Elizalde's POV
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Day one. A calming breeze greets my morning.
While sipping my coffee, looking at everything around me starts a good day. I've been dreaming of this for so long, and now that we're already here, it sounds surreal.
I look back at her sleeping peacefully on our bed. She must be exhausted from the trip. It's the opposite feeling of what I have. Even when I was young, I traveled around the globe because of my father's business. I don't mind it. I like it.
"You have fun, son. And if you like anything, don't hesitate to use our connection." My father said in the line.
"Don't worry, dad. I'm fine. We are doing great." I chuckled and shook my head.
The price of having a father like him sometimes adds weight to my shoulders. There are things that I want to do without people k
