Elena said, “Yes.”
It was the first lie she told for herself instead of for him.
Inside her suite, she locked the door, pulled the curtains closed, and sat on the edge of the bed. Her suitcase was still open from when she had arrived, full of honeymoon clothes she had packed like a woman expecting romance. White linen dresses. Silk sleepwear. Sandals. A swimsuit Leonardo had said made her look “like a dream.”
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