Megan's pov
I was in the garden, nestled in the shade of the old oak tree, engrossed in my book. The sun danced through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the pages as I turned them.
In one hand, I held my book, its pages filled with a world of intrigue, and in the other, a glass of chilled juice that glistened with condensation in the sunlight.
With each paragraph, I couldn't help but murmur to myself, "How fascinating!" My voice carried softly in the serene garden.
Then, a distant rumble caught my attention, and I squinted toward the driveway. The sound grew louder and more distinct, and my heart quickened with anticipation.
I marked my page, closed the book, and set it on the bench. With a rush of excitement, I stood up, dusting off my skirt, and hastened towards the gate to
