"Is this for real?," Gina's excited voice makes me smile, so infectious that I feel my cheeks hurt. "Peter, this is unreal, it's like a damn dream".
"This is real, little one," I smile in amusement at her completely ecstatic face, as if a child had just entered “toyland”. "What do you think?"
"That I'm in a dream... from which I never want to wake up," I smile at the scenery, thinking she means the beautiful gardens in the park, but her gaze is fixed on me, making me feel a little nervous. "It's too beautiful, Pete. You... are too beautiful".
"You flatter me, little one, but this park is much more beautiful than I am," I try to make a joke to try to ignore the churning in my stomach, which looks more like a bunch of things moving around. "Besides, you are a thousand times more beautif
