Epilogue 1
After two years
On a private island, the sea crashed against the shore creating gentle ripples. The blue sky intermixed with orange and darkness, signaling for the day to end.
Rozarria laid on the white flour sand. Her feet crunched on the soil, feeling the tiny particles on her skin. Connecting with nature brought a peace that she so longed for.
A soft linen-covered her back, and she looked over to see the most handsome man she ever laid eyes.
"You'll catch a cold." Alvaro smiled and sat beside her.
Rozarria just brushed her hair behind her ear and arranged the linen on her shoulders.
"Maybe if I did, you'll come to your senses and finally let me go back to my country."
Alvaro chuckled. "There's a lot of doctors on the island. I've made sure that you'd be properly taken care of."
