Amelie’s POV
Charlotte and Bernard walked into the treatment room, “Ms. Cavanaugh, Dr. Michaels, please follow us to your private dining area,” Bernard instructed.
Nathan lifted my hand to his lips, “Come, sweetheart, you need to see this view.”
Okay, I know it's all for the show, but I like Nathan's attention. At least I can pretend he has feelings for me.
Nathan leads me out to a patio, and the view is spectacular. I walked to the edge of the patio and gasped at the view. A pristine beach is dotted with people walking in the sand, and the waves crash against the shoreline. I can smell the mix of salty sea air and beautiful primrose planted around the patio. It’s a lovely day at the end of November. The sun is shining brightly, and the weather is unseasonably warm—just a light chill i
