"Shall we go, Samuel?"
He raised his hand, pointing to the hotel bar, and guided her there. He already had a reservation for that day at a slightly secluded table.
He pulled out the chair, offering the seat to the beautiful lady in front of him.
Ilenia took a seat.
"So? You needed to talk to me?"
"Owen told me you're getting married tomorrow."
"Samuel, if you called me to talk about that, I'd better leave," she stood up and grabbed her purse.
"No, wait! Please sit down, Ili, I need you to listen to me, and after you hear me, decide what you want."
"Go ahead, I'm listening."
"Ili, when we got married, we did it through an agreement. Neither you nor I were in love, much less prepared to unite our lives, and yet I decided to give myself a chance. You were, no, sorry, you are the perf
