Morning sunlight spilled beautifully across the island, turning the ocean into shimmering gold beneath the clear blue sky. The villa felt peaceful after the long emotional night they had shared together, wrapped in quiet warmth and soft memories.
Aria walked beside Rafael along the private shoreline barefoot, her white summer dress moving gently with the sea breeze while his hand remained intertwined with hers naturally, like it belonged there.
Every part of the island carried traces of him.
The wooden pathways through the palm trees. The hidden garden overlooking the sea. The outdoor lounge built near the cliffs where soft curtains moved with the wind. Even the small café like corner beside the beach, complete with fairy lights and her favorite flowers.
Everything had been designed carefully for her.
