Ruediger squeezed Lariette's hand. As he drifted his gaze to her, a smile found its way to his lips. "This looks like a painting, Lettie. Straight out of a fairytale story."
When he was still an active traveler, Ruediger had visited several places renowned for their Christmas celebrations. Moonville Christmas Market was far smaller than them, but still possessed its own irresistible charm.
Soft chuckles slipped from Lariette's lips, pleased to hear Ruediger praising her hometown. As she leaned closer, her eyes twinkling under the strings of lights.
"It's even prettier at night. Wait until the sky turns dark. Everything will sparkle."
"Let's wait until then," he lifted his brows, voicing his desire to spend more time in the winter market, "Well, where should we go first?"
"Let's start over there," she pointed in a direction. A puff of mist materialized in the air as she spoke.
