“We first met during the summer of my sophomore year,” Emily reminisced with a smile. “Every tyou went out, you'd park
your scooter in front of the dessert shop, and you'd alwayse in for a treat when you returned.”
“The other staff used to whisper that you were scollege student Jonathan was keeping. | told them that couldn't be true. Your
eyes were so clear, so pure. You weren't the kind of girl to be someone's mistress. | trusted my gut.”
Emily's eyes grew distant with memory. “I just assumed you worked at Villa del Sol, like me, picking up part-tshifts. | never,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtever imagined you were the owner.”
“It was aplicated tfor Jonathan and me,” Estelle said softly. “That's why | didn’t tell anyone.”
“l understand,” Emily nodded, her eyes glistening with emotion. “So many years have passed, and we've been through so much.
The fact that we're all still together... | feel so incredibly lucky.”
Back then, Estelle had always been the quiet girl in the corner of the dessert shop, her cool demeanor keeping most people at a
distance. But Emily knew better. Beneath that icy exterior, Estelle was a radiant little star, and anyone lucky enough to be near her
was warmed by her light.
Estelle felt a wave of emotion too and gently hugged her. “No matter how many years go by, we'll always be together. I'm getting
married, and you and Charlie are next.”
Emily's smile was bright. “Okay.”
Today, with her hair in a bun, Emily's face was open and sunny, looking just as she had all those years ago. And the way they felt
about each other hadn’t changed one bit.
From his seat, Charlie glanced back and nudged Jonathan. “What are your wife and my wife talking about? Why are they hugging?”
Jonathan followed his gaze and frowned slightly. “Emily’s probablyplaining to Ella.”
Charlie raised an eyebrow. plaining?”
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