It was tiring, and yet no one was tired. It felt like forever, and they never wanted it to end. The dancing, the chatting, the laughter, just staring at each other's eyes. No couple felt short of complete.
Elide was sitting in Lorcan's lap on a chair at their table. They were talking about which Marvel character was their favorite. Elide was in love with Thor, and Lorcan surprisingly liked Peter Parker.
Lorcan's eyes squinted. Elide played with his hair, "What's wrong?"
Lorcan's lips twisted, "I'm smelling something."
"That's probably me. Manon forced me into wearing perfume."
He shook his head, "It's not that, it's something else." His eyes widened, "Elide, did you turn off the oven?"
Elide was now suspicious, "No… I thought you did." Lorcan said nothing.
Elide got up. "We left the damn oven on! We have to go!"
Lorcan got up as well. Something clanked. They all looked up at the ceiling. The fire sprinklers turned and went off. Water jutted out. People screamed, but the others just stayed where they were. In a shock.
Aelin sucked a breath and everyone looked at her. She look absolutely furious. Her hands clenched, her face red, and her eyes blazing. It was probably because her dress was soaked.
It was settled then. Lorcan and Elide would not be telling anyone about their mishap.
The sirens blared outside and it was pouring. Aelin, Rowan, Lorcan, Elide, Aedion, Lysandra, Dorian, and Manon sat on the curb with unreadable expressions. Apparently, nothing could go right where they were involved.