Chapter 126 The Winning Shell

• M I R A N D A
• When we were done eating the delicious dessert, we left the table and started strolling on the shore. His hand is holding my hand as we walk together slowly and it felt as if the time was still and everything around us didn’t matter because I am holding his hand. The moon is gleaming in the dark night sky and the sea is silently brushing its way to the shore, causing the sand to get wet.
• "Just so you know, there are people around taking photos of us." I told him.