They came for her.
Damien and Dominic united in one
thing only: the burning need to see her, to
win her back
They didn't tell anyone. Just showed up in
Santorini, standing in front of her villa like
two storms dressed in black. Both frozen
when the door opened
And there she was.
Sun-kissed, glowing, and wrapped in a silk
robe. Barefoot. Laughing
With him,
Her best friend's arm rested lazily around
her shoulders, a strawberry in one hand,
sunglasses in the other. "Oh hey" he said
casually, not surprised. "They're here."
She looked at them.
And smirked.
"Perfect."