Alexander’s P.O.V.

Next day,

As we sit at the breakfast table in the garden, she turns to me with a curious look and asks, “Alexander, tell me something about yourself that I don’t know.”

“You know everything about me, love.” I respond, feeding her a bite of sandwich and pecking her cheeks.

After eating the bite, she utters, “There must be something.”

As she looks at me with curiosity, I ponder what she might not know about me, staring straight.

“Yes, there is something ...