Alexander's POV
Lucas and I headed to the beach market after lunch. Securing the deal once again, without any hassle, I knew I had to get them some treats, especially Lucas.
My sweet, mischievous younger brother.
We were walking down the road, teeming with people, mostly tourists. My eye caught a small shop by the corner. Many ladies were buying Moroccan products from him. I walked ahead, Lucas treading right behind.
"Ladies products? Is it for Eva?" He asked inquisitively.
"Yes, for her," I answered plainly, taking my sunglasses off. Lucas plunged his hands into the big box and pulled out something the shopkeeper said was an 'exquisite collection'.
I raised my eyebrows at its description. It was in a golden silk satchel. It looked like pottery.
"Just add water and i
