The beach wasn’t as beautiful as the one she’d left behind. Ella walked along the shore, trying to concentrate on the positives. The water was beautiful, even if it wasn’t a teal blue. The beach was warm, even if it was rocky and the sand wasn’t as white and soft. Some interesting foliage grew in the cracks, even if they weren’t large palm trees.
“What do you think?” Rome asked, walking along behind her. “You don’t like it here, do you?”
“I do like it,” she said, turning to face him and finding a smile. “It’s beautiful. It’s not the same… but it’s still very pretty. I’m sure I’ll learn to love it even more.”
He raised an eyebrow at her, and she knew that meant he didn’t believe her, but he didn’t want to argue about it either. It was just as well. Ella definitely didn’t see the point in discussing it further.
