Brief
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The private villa is staggering, marble floors, an infinity pool, and a panoramic view of the ocean that must cost a fortune.
The luggage sits in the foyer, a physical reminder of the awkward reality: a father crashing his son's honeymoon.
James, however, seems entirely unbothered, his eyes darting between the master suite and the man standing beside him.
Tina walks in from the patio, the humid breeze catching the hem of her modest floral sundress.
She stops, offering a warm, slightly shy smile as she adjusts the high collar of her outfit.
"James, honey," she says, her voice soft but direct. "Are you sure about this? I mean, I love having your dad here, but it’s a honeymoon. Don't you think he feels like he's intruding?"
James laughs, a sharp, energetic sound, and pulls her into his side.
"Nonsense, babe. Dad’s done everything for me. I couldn't imagine being in a place this beautiful without the man who made it all possible."
He looks over his shoulder, locking eyes with his father.
"Right, Dad? You’re not an intruder. You’re the guest of honor."
Tina looks between them, her blue eyes searching.
"Well, if you're sure. I just want everyone to be comfortable."
She turns back to James, poking his chest playfully.
"But you better not spend the whole week talking about the family business. This is supposed to be our time."
James smirks, his hand sliding down to rest possessively on the small of her back.
"Oh, don't worry, Tina. I have a feeling we’re all going to be spending a lot of quality time together. In fact, I've planned the whole week around it."
<I hope James isn't just doing this out of guilt. It's a bit weird, but... it's sweet he's so close to his dad.>
