Chapter 356 Billionaire's Lies

• The sky was pale gold and pink as the sun slowly set into the horizon. The wind was soft and scented with saltwater and jasmine. The beach, barricaded and romantically lit with lanterns and bobbing candles in glass balloons, was otherworldly. There was a small wooden table placed upon a Persian carpet that had been stretched out on the sand, its fine silverware, a vase of fresh flowers, and a bottle of red wine that Eliana preferred most.
• The waves moved far away in a serene, endless motion—just like Damian Wolfe's own heart as he laid forearms upon the rim of the dying sun, tugging desperately at the cuff of his fresh white linen shirt.
• "Eliana's nearly here," Saben came exploding out from behind a palm frond, binoculars like an absurd spy. Next to him, Benedict and Sabrina crouched down behind beach cover, and Grandma Wendy, champagne from a surreptitious flask bubbled.