The night of the festival shimmered with floating lights, turning the waterways into a mirror of the starry sky above.
Josephine arrived in a gown of emerald silk, delicate as the first spring leaves on a willow. At their meeting spot by the old stone bridge, Benedict stood waiting, his robe the deep green of pine needles, elegant and upright, exuding a quiet grace.
Side by side, they strolled down the bustling avenue, drawing admiring glances from passersby.
"What a perfect pair. Even their clothes seem made for each other."
"Darling, let us get matching outfits too."
Overhearing the whispers, their eyes accidentally met. Both flushed and lowered their heads, their lips quirking up in unison.
By the riverbank, thousands of floating candles drifted downstream, a river of stars spille
