Leonel patted Ren's back. "Take your time. You can grieve however long you want."
". . ." Ren didn't respond.
He wasn't in the mood to celebrate or enjoy anything. If it weren't for Evie's quiet insistence—almost pleading—he wouldn't have come to White Island at all.
"Hey, guys!"
Ren's eyes slowly shifted toward the voice.
The girls had finally arrived after taking nearly an hour to get ready.
Sumeri walked in front, confident as ever. She wore a two-piece pink swimsuit with a tied-front triangle bikini top patterned in floral swirls. The design drew attention naturally, emphasizing her figure without effort. Her movements were relaxed, almost playful, as if she knew exactly how much attention she was getting.
Behind her was Isolde.
She wore a white swim skirt bikini that matched her sun-kissed skin. The skirt gave her outfit a light, youthful charm while still letting her move freely. It was simple, but it suited her perfectly.
But neither of them caught Ren's attention.
