It’s been dark for some time now. All the lights on the yacht are on. The atmosphere is magical. A silvery moon lights up the deck of the boat.
Austin slips an almond crunchy in his mouth. He savors the biscuit and slides a hand around my waist. “Delicious. Now that we’re married, I hope you’ll stay home and bake me some everyday.”
“The day you’re able to fix the Aston Martin by yourself, then okay.”
Austin and I smile at each other. This life he evokes is so far from the one we lead. Behind us, the band is finishes to set up their instruments. The sound of voices reaches us.
“f*****g stupid set-list…” Adam comes over, embarrassed.
“It seems your bass player isn’t happy to have to play for us.” Austin raises an eyebrow towards Adam.
“It’s Alice. She’s even more of a handful than Doro
