Serena P. O. V.
If I didn't have to maintain my image, I would have been screaming and running around like a child. I was so happy; my heartfelt light when I set foot at Male International Airport. The beautiful natural scenery of the private island of Soneva Fushi instantly made me forget about claustrophobic California.
I wasn't the only one. Even Leopold seems to have left his cold-faced, stern suit behind in California. Today, he looks like a typical tourist: knee-length blue pants and a T-shirt, the price of which I'm sure would make my wallet scream.
“Nice job, Serena,” Leopold whispers. He lowers his sunglasses, so I can see his ocean blue eyes. “And a nice dress, too.”
I looked down to stare at the dress I was wearing. Just like Leopold, I also looked like a tourist. I was
