Trixy's Pov
The salty air, heavy with the scent of hibiscus, was brought to me by the ocean breeze as I wandered barefoot on the beach with cool sand running through my toes. In one hand I was carrying a stack of linen napkins and under the other one a bunch of crystal wine glasses. With much care, I laid them down on the wooden table that we had arranged at the edge of the beach. The table's surface was very smooth and it looked radiant light amber colored under the setting sun. The rows of the fairy lights spread above us, bending between the bamboo poles like the stars that do not seem to fall.
Next to me, Xavier was moving the candles with his usual sternness, as if he was the only person and he was concentrating on a business board meeting and not, a romantic anniversary supper.
"Don't do that," he said in a low voice, as he moved one of the lanterns a bit more to the left. "One has to look absolutely perfect. Dad was very particular."
