The wind picked up, ruffling through her chocolate brown locks and his crimson strands. The sun had descended slightly from the peak, casting golden rays over the beautiful garden.
Lariette's eyes widened slightly, locking into Ruediger's. He lifted one hand, gently brushing the stray hair away with a smile still tugging on his lips. The touch lured her out of her trance.
"...Christmas in Moonville? Eddy, are you serious?"
Lariette unconsciously lowered her voice, thinking she heard Ruediger wrongly. At the same time, the images of the past were conjured in her mind, bringing back the humble yet joyful Christmas celebrations of her childhood.
No fancy Christmas tree and its ornaments, no expensive gifts, no lavish feast — but she felt pure happiness.
Ruediger deepened his smile, touched at the hint of wonder in Lariette's countenance and voice. Pulling his hand from her head, he chuckled and tapped the tip of her nose.
