GIADA
I gaze at the brilliant colors that paint the sky. The bold and rich oranges and reds of the sunset are a bittersweet reminder of not just the end of the day, but the end of summer and my time here.
“What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours?” Anessa hands me a glass of red wine and slips into the lawn chair beside me.
“Nothing in particular. I’m trying to soak up the last bit of sunshine.” I smile at her. “I’m glad we were able to go to the beach today.”
“Me too. A bit of saltwater and sun cures everything,” she smiles wistfully.
“Mhmm,” I take a sip of the wine and place my hand on hers. We stay like that for a bit letting the soft sounds of the R&B Valentina has playing do all the talking for us. This used to be my grandmother's house and she loved her backyard. My c
