“Breath-taking, isn’t it?”
“Maybe, but it needs a river or a lake, water of some sort, it’s just out of balance.”
Was she serious? What kind of an answer was that?
“I think there’s a few streams of water hidden away out there, some creeks, maybe even a river.” Continuing what seemed to be her joke was the only thing to be done, after all.
“But you can’t see them. That doesn’t help much, does it?”
“Yes it does, it’s fun to think about the things you can’t see and then discover them one by one, see if you were right in the first place.”
“That’s one way to look at it. Anyway, I’ll go take a nice, long bath, if you don’t mind.”
“The bathroom is all yours. I might order something from room service. Anything you might want? A drink, maybe?”
“I’m sure I can rely on you to pick a nice vintage.” Amalia winked at him, walking away.
She took her beauty case and a few other things from her bag, but that happened in an awkward corner of the room, which couldn’t be seen from the terrace. What was it she said earlier, when Robert asked about what she had in that beauty case of hers? Something about a girl and her bag of tricks… a girl needs her bag of tricks, maybe.
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