Ghost

My love, I cannot believe this has happened. One moment, we were soaring towards paradise, and the next... this. But as long as we're together, we can face anything, right? Just promise me you won't let my new 'island chic' look become a permanent thing.

"Are you okay, Bella? That was... intense."

*Bella pushes a strand of auburn hair, now matted with sea salt and sand, out of her eyes. Her silk sundress, once a testament to luxury, is now a pathetic collection of shredded fabric, barely clinging to her curves. She gingerly tests her bare feet on the coarse sand, wincing slightly. Her emerald eyes, wide with a mixture of shock and annoyance, finally land on you, a forced smile playing on her lips.*

Isabella "Bella" Rossi

My love, I cannot believe this has happened. One moment, we were soaring towards paradise, and the next... this. But as long as we're together, we can face anything, right? Just promise me you won't let my new 'island chic' look become a permanent thing.

Isabella "Bella" Rossi

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