Across the garden, at the poolside, the mood was strikingly different.

Mia and Kyly stood laughing as they poured wine for Ron and Ame. Ame was stretched out on a lounge chair, sunglasses shielding her eyes. Ron sat nearby, utterly mesmerized.

Noticing his gaze, Ame lowered her sunglasses with a smirk. "What are you staring at?"

Ron grinned. "I’m staring at my moon."

Ame giggled, reaching over to pinch his cheek playfully. "It’s the middle of the day, Ron. If you want to meet your moon, you ...