WAYNE'S POV
The necklace kept dangling in my hand as I studied it, remembering how it came about.
It was given to me by a stranger at the restaurant where I went to eat.
I knew I had studied it longer than I should, but oddly, I couldn't take my eyes of it.
I leaned on the edge of the pool, my back slightly turned as I surveyed the shiny thing in my hand.
"Hey," I felt a light tap on my shoulders, causing me to shove the shiny necklace into the pocket of my soaked boxer brief, praying it wouldn't fall off, before turning to face whoever it was.
Andrea stood in front of me, a small smile hanging on her lips. Under the glittering moonlight, the starlight, and the light that shone in the palace, I couldn't help but get wowed by her blossoming beauty.
I knew I was an asshole for hiding
