The children stood in a neat row under a shady tree. On the table in front of them sat the watermelon juices they had carefully prepared.
Naomi Kenway walked a few steps forward and saw her son rushing toward her with a joyful expression. She opened her arms to hug him and laughed, "Alright, not for too long. Mommy's all sweaty."
Ian Shaw took Naomi Kenway's hand and led her forward, stopping in front of the table.
Ian carefully picked up the cup of watermelon juice. He bowed like a little gentleman and said, "Your Highness, Mommy, please taste the watermelon juice I made."
Naomi Kenway chuckled, taking the cup for a sip. It was cold and refreshing. "Did you put ice in this?"
Ian Shaw nodded. "But the ice is melting kind of fast."
"It's delicious. Thank you, my sweet boy." She instinctively offered the cup to Ian for a taste, but a staff member stopped her. "The juice made by the young contestants can only be tasted by the adult guests."
