OliviaWe took the elevator down to the lobby, where a sleek black Mercedes waited at the curb. The hotel had arranged it, another perk of staying in the Presidential Suite. The driver, a middle-aged man with kind eyes, held the door open. "Good afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Carter. Where would you like to go today?" Alexander glanced at me, then back to the driver. "Ristorante Pappagallo." The drive took about fifteen minutes, the car cutting through palm tree lined streets. I pressed my face to the window like a kid, drinking in the sight of colorful buildings and crystal blue water peeking between structures. "You look like you've never seen the ocean before," Alexander teased. "Not water that color. It's like someone dumped food coloring in it." He laughed, his hand finding mine on the seat between us. "Wait until you swim in it. It's even better." The restaurant sat right on the water, an elegant open-air space with white tablecloths and panoramic views of the Caribbean Sea. Th
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