On Friday morning, Anabella saw Moni first. Her friend was looking wonderful in a short, denim skirt, and red tank top as she stepped from an unfamiliar vehicle. It'd been a while since they had last spoken, so this would be the perfect opportunity to catch up. That's a new car, Anabella thought. She hadn't seen it before. A tall, black-haired man emerged from the sedan and met her just before she reached the first step. Holding hands, they approached Anabella on the landing where she waited for them.
He is new, she pondered, smiling brightly at them.
“This is the most beautiful place," exclaimed Monica, splendidly surprised as she waved her hand over the whole scene.
Anabella knew what she meant, this place was unexpected.
“Look at the beach, I can't remember the last time I saw whit
