IVA
Cutting across the water, steady and bold, the sea glittered beneath us like scattered diamonds while the wind whipped through my hair. Lev stood behind me, holding me as the bow sliced through each wave, like we were flying again.
He left and came back a moment later with champagne. He poured me a glass, and we toasted to us, to freedom, and to being together again as we watched dolphins rise and dip in the distance before the sun slowly melted into amber and gold.
We eventually slowed and stopped, choosing a quiet spot where the water barely rippled. Lev guided me up a small staircase to the rooftop deck, where a soft seating area, covered in cream cushions, awaited, with lantern lights strung overhead. Lev set the board he'd prepared on the small table: strawberries, brie, figs,
