She teased with a smile, "Should I throw it then?"

Her hands reached out beyond the railing, ready to let go.

If she let go a bit, it would fall down.

Isaac reached out his hand.

"Actually, never mind. I'm sorry," Camila said, suddenly bashful, pulling her garment back.

She turned and went back inside.

She hurried upstairs to dress, but as she was about to change, the door swung open.

She turned to see Isaac at the doorway.

Leaning against the door, he looked at her and said, “Don't wear it.”

Camila asked, "Do I look beautiful?"

Isaac studied her face, her lips, her neck...

He took in every detail of her.

"Yes."

She lifted her head and asked, "Really?"

Step by step, Isaac walked over to her. He reached out, took the robe from her hands, and tossed it casually onto the bed. “I prefer you in just this."

Biting her lip, Camila threw herself into his arms and asked, "Do you know?"

Isaac wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face in her fragrant hair. "Know what?"

"Do you know how annoying you are?" Holding him tightly, Camila continued, "Isaac, this is the first time I've doubted myself."

She had always been confident in her decisions.

She had no regrets.