STELLA
The dining hall today was slightly different from yesterday. The air was lighter and everyone was finally used to the sea air. No one was getting sick or anything and Tristan's fans soon stopped being a bother.
Although a few men occasionally loved to talk about ice hockey with him, which he actually enjoyed, there was nothing else but chill vibes.
My eyes gazed over the elegantly dressed crowd. Tristan sat across from me, his broad shoulders relaxed as he swirled the wine in his glass. The people were having fun conversations around us from what I could hear. A few people had also made new friends, but I was tuned into him, the way his charcoal-gray eyes seemed to gleam with amusement every time I spoke. Dinner had been delicious—a rich, creamy seafood risotto that melted on the
