Chapter 112

Victoria POV

One thing I know for sure—this life feels like a dream, but I'm still not sure if I want to wake up from it or keep on sleeping.

I woke up this morning, the soft lapping of the waves hitting the yacht's side filling the quiet of the room. The sun had barely started to rise, and through the large windows, I could see the soft pinks and oranges of the sky blending into the deep blue of the sea. It looked perfect, like something out of a movie, but it felt a little too perfect to be real.

I stretched, the softness of the bed sinking beneath me as I slowly sat up. I had to pinch myself—was I really here? Living this life? I glanced at Vincenzo, already awake, his eyes scanning something on his phone. He didn't seem to be bothered by the opulence of everything around us, but I sure as hell was.

I pulled my