189 — Estela POV
Maybe… just maybe… it was a tiny bit dramatic to cut our honeymoon in the desert short just because one of the girls twisted an ankle.
But then again—why not? I could.
And honestly, I've grown used to this life now. The kind of life where flying to another country for dinner is no big deal.
Funny—I used to judge people like that. All those articles and gossip pieces about rich socialites flying across the world just to eat at some obscure three-star restaurant... I'd scoff, call it ridiculous.
And yet... here I am.
I get it now.
When you can, when the world is yours to move through as easily as changing your clothes—it stops feeling excessive. It just becomes... normal.
Julie, of course, is still very much on vacation. He only showed up long enough to be a wedding witness—looked fabulous while doing it—and then vanished again with the parting words: "You two are insufferable, I'm off to sip champagne somewhere warm."
