They gazed into each other’s eyes, unaware of anyone else around, until they finally caught sight of me.
Lucian’s gaze lingered on me, a flicker of disappointment casting shadows across his otherwise unreadable expression.
“Savannah, this swing is a blast! Come join us…”
Ophelia’s cheeks bloomed a delicate pink as she shyly withdrew her hand from Lucian’s shoulder.
“Savannah,” she interjected quickly, her voice a mix of urgency and uncertainty, “please don’t get the wrong idea. Lucian was just keeping me from taking a tumble…”
With a playful ruffle of her hair, Lucian cast a warm glance at Ophelia, melting the cold tension that hung in the air.
“Silly girl,” he said with a soft chuckle, “there’s no need to explain. The only thing that matters is that you’re not hurt.”
Once he finished soothing her, he shifted his attention back to me, the warmth in his gaze evaporating like morning mist.
“So, are you finished eating?” he asked, his voice steady but lacking its earlier gentleness.
Without replying, I headed over to the Ferris wheel, recalling the saying that a birthday wish made from the top is destined to come true.