I left the restaurant with my head still buzzing, not from the wine but from the weight of what he’d said. A life. A choice.
But I needed to see more. Without Daniel’s eyes on me.
The compound stretched out in clean lines and quiet paths, all warm light on polished stone. The kind of place where nothing creaked, nothing chipped, and nothing was basic or ordinary.
I watched the tiles change under my feet, from warm and cozy to elegant and rustic.
A spa. Of course.
Not a spa.
A temple to rich-people pampering. Heated loungers carved from marble. Waterfalls built into walls. Soft towels stacked like clouds. A pool that glowed faint turquoise under lanterns shaped like lotus petals.
A year of my salary wouldn’t get my feet soaked in that place.
Two men stood near the plunge pool, watch
