DANTE’S POV

Her smile was beautiful, just like I always knew, as I looked at her something eased inside me. She seemed genuinely happy. She understands the time I wasn't myself, and she has forgiven me.

“How are you feeling good?” I asked.

“Yeah. It’s nice out here,” she replied, her voice gentle and soft.

“I told you it would be.” I swam toward the edge of the pool, where she sat with her legs resting inside the water.

“Yeah.” She giggled. The evening wasn't so ...