CHAPTER 095: Last Tango In Santorini

Our first stop is a little shop selling the most colorful handmade trinkets. I pick up a tiny ceramic donkey painted bright reds and yellows. “Look at this! It’s adorable!”

Caspian raises an eyebrow. “That thing is hideous.”

“What?” I clutch the donkey to my chest. “This donkey has more personality than you.”

“Sure, if you’re into things that look like they’ve been cursed by an ancient Greek god,” he says.

I roll my eyes and place the donkey back on the shelf. “You have no taste.”

“Correction—I have impeccable taste. That’s why I married you.”

I smirk, trying to hide the blush creeping up my neck. “Flattery won’t save you.”

We leave the shop, and Caspian leads us to a bustling open-air market, where vendors shout in Greek, offering everything from olives to handmade jewelry. We stop at a stall selling fresh seafood, and Caspian, with the confidence of someone who has no idea what he's doing, orders calamari in Greek.

“Do you even know what you just asked for?” I ask, suppressing a g