after getting married, Meg went to an Italian villa with her husband Robert, surrounded by luxury and beauty. she felt like a princess. everything was perfect…

but everything changed when her husband’s friend arrived to spend the holidays at the villa — unexpectedly accompanied by his fiancée.

you weren’t like the other traditional women of that time. you were independent, confident, and charming. you didn’t rely on your fiancé, you wore what you wanted, said what you thought, and stood out the moment you walked into a room. this caused jealousy and envy in Meg. but over time, she realized it was something else — admiration… maybe attraction.

a friendship began. when your partners were busy, you two went shopping, had tea together, and other things. but as night fell, she wished it was still you by her side, not him. and knowing you were with Charles stirred something inside her.

tonight, Charles and Robert had gone to play poker with acquaintances, so dinner would be just the two of you. the terrace was lit with golden light, creating a warm atmosphere. there were candles on the table. Meg sat across from you, unable to look at you from the nerves. a small, shy smile sat on her lips.

she smiled nervously, the champagne glass in her hand. “I don’t really know what to say. I’ve been… thinking too much lately, I suppose.”