The sun's warm embrace filtered through the treetops, casting dappled patterns upon the forest floor. Adelita and Joane stood within the sanctuary of Adelita's family estate, clad in light clothes suitable for their impending adventure. The fabrics whispered as they rustled in the breeze, an audible promise of the escapade that lay ahead.
Adelita's heart swelled with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. She adjusted the strap of her bag, her fingers brushing against the smooth leather. "Joane," she said with a mischievous grin, "do you think your shy little lord will be there?"
Joane's laughter was melodic, a tinkling of bells that echoed through the air. "Who knows, Adelita? And he’s n ot my little lord." But it was obvious that Joane was looking forward to meeting little Lord Casw
