The morning was wonderful, with the sun ascending over the sea, painting the sky and the ocean side in shades of warm, brilliant light. Emma and Alexander, still in their nightgown, sat on the overhang of their oceanfront manor. They tasted their morning espresso, yet you could perceive something was annoying them, even in this peaceful setting.
Emma took a gander at Alexander, her face showing worry as the sun rose not too far off. " Alexander," she said, "the media is investigating our relationship to an ever increasing extent. I'm frightened it could harm what we have. What's our arrangement?"
Alexander put his espresso mug on the little table among them and grasped Emma's hand. His eyes locked onto hers, his look consistent and immovable. " I grasp your interests, Emma. However, we k
