The sun sets in the west, and on the Thames River, boats keep coming and going. The twilight glow stains the river water, half of it shimmering, half red.
Delphine and Ignatius Leclair sit on a bench by the riverbank, feeling the river breeze and gazing at the distant ferris wheel.
"There's a ferris wheel." Delphine leans against the man's sturdy shoulder and says softly, "They say that watching the sunset from a ferris wheel in the evening is the most beautiful moment of the day."
"Do you want to see it?" the man asks in a low voice.
Delphine shakes her head, her black and white eyes revealing a hint of smile, and says, "If it were Leah, she would definitely go on the ferris wheel. I'm afraid of heights."
"Don't worry, I fear my wife." Ignatius Leclair smiles and says softly, "So we're a perfect match."
Delphine reaches out to touch his forehead, seeing that he's clear-headed, her lips curling into a smile. She is defenseless against these sweet words.
