After dinner, the group went straight to the beach and waited for the fireworks show to start.

Moonlight scattered across the sea, making its surface sparkle. It looked very tranquil.

The beach was crowded, but no one spoke loudly.

Faced with such an environment, everyone was unanimously silent. They only spoke in low voices from time to time.

Rosalie was holding Estie’s hand in one hand and Lucian’s and Nox’s in the other. Byron, on the other hand, was behind them.

Seeing so many people at the beach, Rosalie could not help but worry about the children and thought of looking for a less crowded area to hang out at first.

Noticing that the number of people on the beach were increasing, Byron frowned and stopped the four people in front of him. “Estelle, come to me."

With the way Rosalie was holding onto the children, he was afraid that Nox, who was at the very edge, would be lost in the crowd.

Estie had reluctance written all over her face. She held Rosalie's hand tightly and was