Arman POV
I saw her walk away. She was calm on the outside, but I could feel her turmoil on the inside. She asked me for time to process her emotions and, despite wanting to support her, I decided to give her the space she requested.
It was not an easy thing to swallow, and I am sure she was wrapped in her thoughts. There is no way she would accept all of it as easily as it seems.
She made her way down to the beach, while I decided to stay out by the pool. I took a seat close to the fire pit and looked at her at a distance. The waves crashing on the shore, her feet slowly walking on the sand, her wrap floating around in the wind… Her hair was dancing around the wind. She was a sight to behold, and she was slowly calming down.
The sun was setting when I decided to light the fire pit
