Nestled beneath the winding mountain path was a quaint little river, where Estelle and Jonathan were busy catching fish. Jonathan, armed with a sturdy branch, had rolled up the sleeves of his button-down shirt, looking every bit the part of an adventurer.

Estelle, already boasting a catch of four or five, waved over her shoulder, "Fancy some grilled fish?"

Sylvia let go of Gabriel's hand and hurried over, surprised, "There are fish in the river?"

"Plenty, and they're huge!" Estelle showed off the fish she had corralled into a small pool.

Gabriel chuckled, "We don't have any gear, how do you plan to grill them?"

"You've got a lighter, right? That and some kindling is all we need!" Estelle's face, splattered with river water, glistened like freshly fallen snow, her eyes sparkling.

Jonathan tossed aside his branch, scanning the area before instructing Estelle, "Stay here, I'll gather some wood!"

then strode towards

come with you!" Gabriel followed, his expression serene, "You really spoil

anyone from the Lamont

my happiness. In a way,

Gabriel smirked, uncommitted.

a steady tone, "You're

Estelle fish, a turbulent mix of emotions hidden in his gaze, but he

Jonathan collected firewood, Estelle was by the riverbank, skillfully preparing the fish with a sharp rock-scaling,

at the task. Her movements were

raised an eyebrow, "I didn't peg you for the outdoorsy

your brother meant I barely lifted a finger for such tasks," Sylvia laughed at herself before her expression

grinned, "That's pretty

to others, but I wouldn't dare show

cleaning the fish and laid them out on a

a backdrop of bamboo, the breeze carrying petals into the gently flowing stream, creating a picturesque scene of

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