Finding Mr. Perfect
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While enjoying breakfast, they noticed the same couple from yesterday's check-in.
The couple strutted in like they owned the island. They didn’t just want the best spot—they claimed it, plopping down without asking and acting like the sun rose just to shine on them. They barked orders at the staff. One snapped their fingers for fresh coconut water, the other complained the ocean was “too salty.”
Freya got curious. When Crisanto happened to pass by, she asked, “What’s the deal with them?”
“Oh. I’m not supposed to say this, but anyway, I trust you,” Crisanto said. “My manager said they are nobles from Freedonia, and the king of Freedonia himself offered to cover all their incidentals as their