Daisy Ginger smiled faintly and walked into the courtyard, lifting her head to gaze at the old villa that still retained its past grandeur.
She used to think that as long as she held onto this place, she was holding onto her home.
But now, she realized that as long as she was with her beloved, anywhere could be her home.
She didn't have any attachments to this place where she had lived for over twenty years. Perhaps, for her, she had wanted to leave here long ago.
Daisy Ginger shook her head, stepped lightly into the car, and drove towards her home.
*
Daisy Ginger drove back home and saw Edward Stephens leaning on the sofa, lazily reading a foreign book with a black cover.
Seeing him seemingly idle every day, like someone without a job, she couldn't help but feel the illusion of being Edward's sugar momma.
When he saw her return, Edward tossed an orange to her: "Peel it."
