Aria
The late afternoon sun had begun to dip lower in the sky, casting long golden shadows across the terrace. The air had cooled slightly, and the soft breeze carried the distant scent of the sea along with faint laughter drifting from somewhere down the hill.
I stood near the edge of the infinity pool, wringing the last drops of water from my hair while Ethan gathered the towels from the lounge chairs behind me.
The afternoon had slipped by quietly.
After our lazy swim and sunbathing, we had gone inside to shower and change. Now I wore a soft white sundress that brushed against my thighs whenever the wind picked up.
For a moment, everything felt peaceful again.
Too peaceful.
Ethan glanced at his watch. “She’ll probably be here in another hour.”
“Tamara?” I asked, though I already
