(Author’s POV)
After devouring more tea and snacks than any of the Skylar brothers would dare admit in public, the group sat in blissful contentment under the tin awning. The rain was falling steadily now, not too heavy, but enough to blur the world around them into a watercolor of mist, lights, and warmth.
Aurora, still giggling from one of Ian’s dry jokes, suddenly stood up.
“Where are you going?” Asher asked, brows lifting.
She just smiled and took a few steps away from the café, lifting her face toward the sky, arms spread wide. The rain kissed her skin like a thousand whispers, soaking into her clothes, tangling her hair but she looked free, alive.
“Aurora!” Ryan called out, standing abruptly.
“You’ll get drenched…”
But before he could finish, she twirled around slowly in the
