Page 88 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

He dropped some more bowls which he called tzatziki sauce. Then a glass of creamy yogurt followed.

“Thank you,” Renee smiled.

He gave a deep bow. “It is my pleasure.”

Soon we were left to the serenity of the waters.

I watched her grab a stick before bringing it to her lips. Her long lashes fluttered as she chewed, savouring the taste.

“Do you like it?”

She smiled. “I love it.”

Good. Dimitri had sworn on his life that she would.

Picking up a stick of my own. I chewed.

“Do you like it?”

It tasted unique indeed. “I do.”

We ate our food in silence. Somehow we didn’t need to say anything.

This— her opposite me, with the soft breeze blowing lightly at her hair, was enough.

I felt satisfied. Happy. Nothing could top this feeling.

“The stars are beautiful,” she suddenly whispered. Her head angled skyward.

I mimicked her motion. They seemed to glint brightly. Scattered across the sky in an artistic way. They reminded me of someone.

Never would I have thought that a day like this would come. A day where I’d truly appreciate nature.

“They are.”

“You know my mother used to love the stars. Sometimes, she would just sit in the corridor till late in the night, admiring them,” she whispered. “So when I look at the stars, I like to think she’s watching me.”

The glint in her eyes was apparent. It was just like the last time. For some reason, I could feel my emotions resurfacing.

“I used to have someone like that,” I breathed. “Her name is Ariana. She was a good friend. A really good one,”

“I’m sorry,” her voice was low.

“Oh no. She’s not… she’s still here. We’ve just grown distant,” I chuckled lightly.

“Oh.”

“Before this. Before the fame as a managing partner, she was there. Along with my family.”

“She was a florist, and me a senior partner. We were good friends at first but slowly it developed into something,” I breathed.

My heart was light. I felt something but it wasn’t much. It wasn’t anything other than the emotions attached to mere remembrance.

“We decided to follow it.. whatever it was. We got married nine years ago. A year later we- we had a son,” my voice thickened.

I saw her eyes flutter in shock. But she didn’t say anything.

“He was my world. Our world. Until I made a mistake.”

---