Chapter 50
Dermos' POV
The picnic basket and other necessary tools had already been placed at the necessary spot.
I walked over, peeping over to the river, monitoring his motion.
I pulled out the blanket and laid it neatly down at a good spot.
I picked up the basket and placed it at the center of the room, arranging everything properly.
Ariella knelt beside the unpacked basket with her eyes wide and mouth slightly opened.
“Dermos!” She remarked almost too loudly.
I was tempted to tell her to keep her voice down, but that would just lead to more questions.
So I smiled and let her gush over the forced act. Good thing the spot was slightly further away from the river.
She leaned over and opened up the basket with a smile on her face.
She unpacked the basket with a full beam across
