THE days flew by quickly. Today was the weekend, and Emilia planned to visit the rest house Mariano had given her for her birthday. Of course, Elina was coming along. Her parents were supposed to join them, but Marie would be looking after Casa Elina, and Henry had work.
She should have gone last week, but her busy schedule had forced a postponement.
“Mommy! I’m excited to see the rest house!” Elina exclaimed, jumping with joy. She was already wearing her pink swimsuit, clutching her life jacket and toy buckets.
Emilia chuckled and kissed Elina’s forehead. “Me too, baby. But we need to wait for Mister Chef. He’ll drive us.”
Yesterday, she had mentioned their trip to the private beach and rest house to Tyron, and he’d offered to drive them. He also wanted to come along.
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