The greenhouse has become our unspoken hangout spot ever since our first meal together. Today, though, the glass walls make me feel a little too exposed. Cyrille wants to know everything about the honeymoon, and I can’t help but feel like Misha is out there somewhere… watching me.
“It was great,” I say, pulling my legs up to my chest and wrapping my arms around them. “Honestly, that’s underselling it: it was the most amazing vacation I’ve ever been on. To be fair, I think it might have been the only vacation I’ve ever been on. But either way, it was awesome. Prague was gorgeous. And the buildings. Cyrille! They were just so—”
“I don’t care about the damn buildings!” she interjects with a strangled laugh. “I’m not asking about Prague; I want to know about Misha. How were things between th
