"A villa? Where?" Alice asked, swirling the wine in her glass and peering at Arthur over the rim.
"A small island in the Pacific. Far from the hustle and bustle. You'll fall asleep to the sound of the waves," Arthur replied casually as if the location were just around the corner.
Alice nearly dropped her glass in shock. "A Pacific island? You make it sound so simple, I thought you were talking about a stroll in the park!"
Arthur shrugged nonchalantly. "It's not like it's inaccessible by plane."
His blasé attitude about such an extravagant destination left Alice speechless. She thought about her usual "vacations"—a trip to the mall for some intense window shopping or a relaxing afternoon at a free park with a cup of coffee. And here Arthur was, casually mentioning private islands as if
