SARAH
True to Ronan’s words, the cook arrives in less than an hour.
We all sit around the kitchen island as we watch her prepare Savory Bougasta.
A meal I now know is a delicate phyllo pastry stuffed with creamy semolina custard or mizithra cheese & herbs, baked golden and topped with powdered sugar or black truffle oil—depending on your taste: sweet or savory.
I can feel Malachi’s gaze on me all through, but I ignore him. I know he must have spoken to Ronan, hence why Ronan spoke to me, but I’m still hurt. Of all of them, he’s the one I feel closest to, and he ripped my heart out of my chest when he dismissed me.
After breakfast, we get ready to head to the beach. I pick out a bright pink crocheted two piece: bra and shorts, and m throw a white kimono on top—I packed a lot of tho
