No one cheered.

That somehow made it worse.

There was only the scrape of her boyfriend standing up, the rustle of her cover-up, and the heavy embarrassment of people pretending not to stare while absolutely staring.

Then the man in the resort polo carried the blue box over to Mia.

Part 3:

He knelt until he was eye level with her.

“Hi, Mia.”

She looked at continue reading …