"Yes, I'm here for my honeymoon," Luca told the women, flashing them a polite smile, until he suddenly sensed a familiar presence at his side.
"I'm his wife," Sara declared proudly, stepping close. Her sharp gaze flicked to the notepad and marker clutched in one of the women's hands.
"They just wanted my autograph," Luca explained lightly.
"Oh. Well, if you're finished, let's go back," Sara said curtly, already turning away.
Luca quickly excused himself and jogged after her, catching her wrist before she could walk further. "Wait. Are you… jealous?" he teased, a knowing smile tugging at his lips.
Sara stiffened, avoiding his eyes. "No. I—I just think it's too hot out here."
Luca chuckled, leaning down slightly so she couldn't escape his gaze. "But we've only just started having fun. I still owe you a jet ski ride."
Her eyes widened. "You… you actually know how to drive one?"
