When Seraphine stepped outside with Corvine, that crisp mid - morning air hit them right away, wrapping around their skin like a sharp little reminder that it had turned chilly.
But after all the chaos they'd just been through, neither one of them wanted to go back inside those stuffy walls.
Out here in the open felt so much freer, like they could finally breathe without everything closing in on them.
Corvine headed straight for the car, popped open the back door, and pulled out a thermal flask.
A little grin tugged at the corner of his mouth while he unscrewed the lid, silently sending a huge thank-you to Vladimir for waking up at the crack of dawn just to whip up this fresh soup especially for Seraphine.
The whole gathering sprawled out across the open grounds under these massive white canopies, way more laid-back than the fancy stuff happening inside the hall.
