As they gathered around the beautifully set table for dinner, the rich aromas of traditional Croatian dishes filled the air.
The ambiance was lively, with laughter and the clinking of cutlery creating a warm, inviting atmosphere. Iris felt a wave of contentment wash over her as everyone dug into their meals.
"Mommy, this is so nice!" Inigo exclaimed, his mouth full of delicious seafood risotto. His eyes sparkled with delight, clearly enjoying every bite.
"Yes, yes, baby," Iris chuckled, her heart swelling with affection as she reached over to wipe a bit of sauce from the corner of his mouth.
"Eat your food first before talking," she teased gently. Inigo nodded obediently, his focus now entirely on his plate.
Iris then glanced around the table at her assistants and bodyguards, who were engaged in lively conversation. They shared stories and laughter, the bond among them growing stronger with each shared moment.
It was a rare sight to see them relaxed and enjoying themselves outside of their usual roles.
Her assistants were discussing their favorite parts of the day, their voices animated as they recounted the beauty of the city. Her bodyguards, usually stoic and serious, were also visibly enjoying the atmosphere.
One of them, Mark, was even cracking jokes, much to everyone's amusement.
Iris smiled, appreciating the shift in dynamics—this trip was more than just a getaway; it was a chance for everyone to connect on a deeper level.
As Iris took a sip of her wine, she felt a sense of gratitude for the moment. Surrounded by people she cared about, enjoying good food and laughter, it was a perfect evening.
She knew these memories would linger long after they returned home, reminding them of the joy found in simple moments shared together.
As they finished their delicious meal, the group felt satisfied and full, the laughter from the dinner still echoing in their minds.
Iris glanced at Inigo, who was now leaning back in his chair, a contented grin on his face. "Ready to head back?" she asked, and he nodded, stifling a yawn.
They settled the bill and made their way outside, the warm evening air wrapping around them like a soft blanket.
The streets of Dubrovnik were beautifully lit, the historic buildings casting shadows under the twinkling lights. It felt magical, almost like stepping into a fairy tale.
Iris and Inigo walked closely together, with her assistants and bodyguards flanking them.
The ambiance was filled with the sound of distant music and the gentle rustling of leaves, adding to the enchanting atmosphere of the night.
As they strolled, Iris took a moment to soak it all in—the laughter, the conversations, and the beautiful surroundings.
"Can we stop for ice cream on the way back?" Inigo asked, his eyes bright with excitement.
"Of course!" Iris replied, ruffling his hair affectionately. "Let's find a place."
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