The Night Out

The next day, Delia and Aria lounged on the beach, their thoughts weighed heavy with the burdens of their respective situations. Aria's need to travel to St. Vincent to successfully secure the peace treaty and Delia's unresolved feelings towards Rafe, cast a shadow over what should have been a carefree day in paradise.

“I can't take this anymore," Aria declared, breaking the somber silence. "We're two beautiful young women. We shouldn't be wasting away feeling miserable."

Delia arched an eyebrow, intrigued by Aria's sudden declaration. "What do you suggest we do?" she inquired.

Aria flashed a mischievous grin. "Let's go sailing," she suggested. "We can use Rafe's sailboat."

Delia hesitated for a moment, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. “I don’t want to be anywhere near Rafe’s sailboat,” she confessed.

Aria’s expression softened with understanding. “I know you’re upset with him, Delia,” she said gently. “But Rafe’s not around.