The Billionaire's Regret
Sebastian’s breath once stopping for a moment every time I passed him.
Of course his yacht was named Azzurra. Of course my life had no taste for subtlety.
Poppy, who had no idea that one word could slap her mother from five years ago, only nodded seriously.
“Azzurra,” she repeated, pronouncing it terribly and with absolute confidence. “That is a sea princess name.”
“Something like that.”
“If I have a boat, I want to name it Princess Poppy the First.”
“A modest name.”
“And there will be glitter.”