The sound of rushing water filled the air, accompanied by the gentle breeze that moved through the surrounding greenery, carrying the fresh scent of the garden with it.
Somewhere across the water, a ball whooshed through the air before missing its intended target and landing with a soft splash.
Rosalind immediately slapped a hand against her forehead and shook her head in frustration. "Again," she muttered to herself, staring at the ball as though she couldn't believe what had just happened.
Meanwhile, Rowan smirked as he turned toward Leander, the two of them raised their hands and slapped their palms together in celebration.
"Mama, at this point, I don't think we can beat them," Estelle complained, her little face falling into a deep frown as she looked between her mother and the opposing team.
