Promised. Maybe that was the promise he’d mentioned that he would keep. Mia had a right to her friends, so Verena decided she’d simply make herself scarce that evening.
Yet as Verena stared from the window, she couldn’t help remembering their magical night in the beautiful pink bungalow. She still ached with longing for him, for the touch of his hand, the sound of his laughter, the feel of his skin under her fingertips. She wished she could share this good news with him, but Mia probably would. He would understand how much this opportunity meant to her, in a way that Derrick never could have.
She recalled their visit to Paris. Lance had been so at ease with Mia, and Anika and Bella adored him. That day it had almost seemed as if they were a family. Verena sighed.
Yet if she believed tha
