ARIA'S POV
She'd been staring at it since they arrived.
The reef. Right there under the glass floor, under her feet every morning when she made coffee, visible and alive and doing its thing twelve feet below the surface. Fish she couldn't name moving through coral she'd never seen outside of a textbook. Colours that had no business being that vivid in real life.
She wanted in.
"Today," she said at breakfast.
Damien looked up from his coffee. "Today what."
"The reef." She nodded at the glass floor. "I want to go in."
He looked at the floor. Then at her.
"You know how to snorkel," he said.
"I'll figure it out."
"That's not the same as knowing how."
"Damien." She put her cup down. "I broke into your estate and maintained a false identity for two months. I think I can manage a snorkel."
He looked at her for a moment.
"Fair point," he said.
The resort provided equipment.
