Ophelia's Pov
Just like the way the swimming pool in the house at Sicily was built, I never expected there would be a hidden pool here too. This surrounding was so cozy as Rina and I sat on the pool lounger, the romance novel she had brought with her right in her hand, relaxing in her fishnet dress with sunglasses covering her eyes.
In just a simple blue dress, I stared into the sky, my legs kicking the water as I sipped from the fruit juice. “You know, to me, he feels good.”
“Who? Gale again?” She had spent the morning till noon saying how she knew Gale liked her. He couldn’t maintain eye contact, and he was acting cold just to get her attention. That was what she was going to do—get his attention so she could prove to me Gale was into her.
“No, your killer boy. He really dotes on you
