Half an hour later, approaching their final destination, Amalia started to feel excited about the day’s outing. The early spring and the cold sun were irresistible, that time of year and that kind of weather always had a cheerful impact on her. That was when all the bad things seemed less threatening, all issues seemed to have a solution, and a positive outcome for all endeavours became a sure thing for a few moments.
Like a pretty, irresistible, spoiled child, Amalia put down the car window, wiggling her manicured fingers in the cool breeze as the car sped down the road. Adam started laughing at her childish reaction; it was a warm, sincere and caring laughter, nothing like his usual attitude.
“Behave yourself, woman! You’ll soon feel the breeze in your hair, you’ll feel nothing but that,” but she was still fooling around, giggling as the wind touched her face.
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