THIRD PERSON’S POV

The resort’s dinner buffet was glowing with lights and laughter. People moved between tables, piling plates with grilled fish, roasted vegetables, and desserts that looked too pretty to eat. Well, as it was, it was the nature of the coast. The foods were too delicious, mouthwatering, and irresistible.

At one of the tables near the far end of the dining area, Marylyn held a glass in her hand, smiling faintly as she stirred it with a straw. Her dangerously envious gaze, however, was fixed on a seat across the room, where Leylla was chatting politely with a few doctors, sipping slowly from her drink. 

Marylyn leaned closer...