Chapter 24: Chapter 24

Chapter Twenty-four

Author's Pov

Rose leaned her head against the glass window as she sat on her seat in his private jet, her legs crossed together and her hands folded across her chest.

Her mind drifted to many thoughts. She couldn't believe that she was now Mrs. Alfonso. She wanted to go into a closet and scream her lungs out.

She unfolded her hands and pinched her cheek. She wished she was dreaming.

Alfonso sat in a captain's seat on the other side of the plane, looking at her with furrowed eyebrows.

What exactly was wrong with her? He thought.

She has been behaving weirdly ever since they got on the plane,ignoring him like he was some kind of plague.

So much for being civilized, he thought, scoffing.

He thought hard to find the perfect place for their honeymoon, as he wanted no disturbance from the media or their friends.

When his secretary, Mark, proposed the idea of going on a honeymoon, it seemed like the perfect opportunity for them to get away from the media's eyes for a bit and to also avoid suspicious eyes from his mother for the time being.

He decided on a quiet, picturesque island tucked away in Greece. A quiet place where the sun kisses the beaches with crystal-clear waters and lush greenery, and a place for a very promising and enchanting escape.

As the plane was about to land, Alfonso felt a mix of nervousness and excitement, feelings he himself could not explain.

But he knew within him that he couldn't help but wonder if this relaxing trip might change their relationship into a more friendly one and calm their tense shoulders down a little.

Unbeknownst to him, the person seated on the other side of the plane thought and felt the same way.

They were about to embark on a journey that would either solidify a friendship or turn it into something

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Rose looked around her a bit, using her eyes to wonder around the hostel suite they were going to be renting out for the next few weeks.

"Are we both sharing the same room?" Rose asked, immediately turning to look at him with furrowed brows as she discovered it was a one-bedroom suite,her eyes sparkling with fear and confusion.

"We are a pretend couple on a honeymoon; we can't possibly ask for a two-bedroom suite; surely it will look suspicious." He said it calmly, trying to reason with her.

Rose raised an eyebrow. "Why would they care about that? I am not comfortable with this arrangement, Alfonso; you need to do something about it." She said she was folding her hands across her chest to show that the discussion wasn't up for debate.

Alfonso pinched the bridge between his eyebrows. Frustrated, he blew out a breath before saying

"Fine Rose I will take the couch in the living room; you take the bedroom." He said he was too tired for this at the moment.

Rose's brows furrowed together even more than possible due to the guilt she felt within her. She pondered for a moment before a frown spread across her face.

"You know what, Alfonso? Let's do it like this: I think we can both share a room, but under one condition: we are both going to make a boundary on the bed. Yes, it sounds childish, but you need to promise not to move over your boundary, Alfonso," she said, her aura emitting seriousness.

Alfonso nodded his head tiredly, as he really doesn't want to sleep on the couch, as it won't be comfortable.

Rose nodded back, smiling a bit, relieved that Alfonso was on board.

"Deal! Would you like to shower first?" Alfonso asked.

With the sleeping arrangement in place, Alfonso and Rose went to bed tiredly after showering.

Their week basically went by quickly after that, with them spending hours researching exotic destinations, browsing through travel brochures, and creating a list of activities they could engage in together.

Their pictures were bussing in almost all Italian magazines, of course, with Alfonso asking them to cut out her face in all the pictures.

On a cool evening, Rose settled down on a patio chair on the balcony, taking in the breathtaking beauty of the island of Santorini, Greece. Its picturesque landscapes, stunning sunsets, and romantic atmosphere seemed like the perfect backdrop for an actual honeymoon; we wished to come back here later on for a vacation.

In their villa overlooking the Aegean Sea, one could see tourists participating in various activities such as snorkeling, hiking, and even exploring, as they were on one of the top floors of the villa. Rose couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement as she imagined herself strolling with a perfect smile plastered on her lips along the island's cobblestone streets.

It was their last week together, and they were performing their final act of public affection. They were holding hands to make their pretend relationship seem more authentic, which seems to be working, as the other tourist couldn't help but notice their infectious joy and assumed they were a newlywed couple, congratulating them with warm smiles.

They decided they had enough for the day after Rose and Alfonso were greeted by the cold evening Mediterranean breezes and the scent of flowers. They hailed a taxi and made their way to their villa, both eager to end this farade of pretend honeymoon soon and get on with their lives.

Over the next few days, Rose and Alfonso immersed themselves in the beauty of Santorini, exploring the island's hidden gems, indulged in delicious local cuisine, and spent countless hours lounging on the sun-kissed beaches.

As they ventured through the narrow streets of Oia, hand in hand, they couldn't help but feel a growing connection.

The breathtaking sunsets, a little bit of laughter here and there, and the genuine moments they experienced together made their pretend honeymoon almost feel surprisingly real.

On their final evening in Santorini, Alfonso took Rose to a secluded cliff in an excluded part of the island, which he rented out for the evening. They sat there, overlooking the vastness of the Aegean Sea. The sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the horizon.

Rose turned to Alfonso, her heart pounding with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. She cursed under her breath.

She knew her stupid heart had begun developing some kind of feeling she couldn't place her hands on.

This was bad—really bad, she thought.

She needed to remind herself to stay focused and not get deceived one more time, especially by another Italian, she thought as she silently prayed for the day after tomorrow to come back faster so they could return to their various lives.