Catherine’s POV
“Barbados gave you such a great tan,” Grandma beamed, caressing my cheek. “You look so radiant and lovely, my dear.”
“Thank you, ma,” I smiled back, to which she nodded then pulled away.
Alessandro and I came back from Barbados yesterday and presently, we were having lunch with Grandma on the veranda of her place.
Tilting my head sideways, I smiled at my dashing fiancé, Alessandro, whose hand had been on my lap ever since I took my seat.
Thankfully, he was only stroking it softly and lovingly instead of passionately, which would ignite some salacious emotions within me.
And getting wet in front of Grandma was the least thing I wanted at that moment.
“Grandma, we have something to show you,” Alessandro began, gazing into my eyes, his lips bearing a proud smile.
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