You're the devil.

“Donna, the boss requires your presence.”

“Good morning to you too, Marco.” She says with a fake smile, looking at the man outside her room. She's propping up on the door, and her hand is holding on the knob like it's a floater amid the ocean. By Marco's expression, she can get a brief idea of how Reviello’s mood is in that morning.

The truth is that after that disastrous walk on the beach, they didn't meet. He didn't return to the resort, at least not to the room. She already tortured herself enough, thinking that he may have returned to that woman's flirt. And she realizes that she's indeed jealous — what enrages her even more because that also means she's really falling in love.

“Don't make things hard for me, Donna…” Marco says quite anxiously. “He's not in a good mood.”

“I can imagine it.” Eleonor sighs, and finally gets out of the room.

They walk to a restaurant inside the resort's facilities. It's a nice place, right before the beach. The cozy wooden furniture makes her a bit l