Chapter 87

• The morning sun reflected on the surface of the pool, creating dancing golden patterns around us as Michele and I sat by the water's edge. Michele held my hand gently, his eyes conveying a mix of affection and concern. “I wish I could stay here with you all day, but I have some matters to attend to,” he explained softly.
• I looked at him, feeling a pang of anxiety building within me. “What kind of matters?” I asked, trying to disguise the nervousness in my voice.
• Michele smiled, a reassuring smile that eased my worries. “Just business,” he replied, trying to reassure me. “Nothing to worry about.”