Excusing herself from everyone else, Samantha retired to her tent. She was pondering on why Ivan would suddenly ask to see her privately, but she halted when she caught sight of his striking figure standing just at the entrance of their tent flap. He waited patiently, and the earlier jealousy in his eyes was no longer there.
As if he sensed her presence, he turned around to look at her, and in his hand was a thick, forest-green shawl.
He was wearing a simple, but elegant cream-colored shirt tucked in long black pants, and when he smiled her way, Samantha felt her heart was going to melt into a puddle. There was nothing conniving about his angelic smile, it was as if his handsome face lit differently each time he saw her, whilst she felt even more prideful, and confident that Ivan would love her forever, till death do them part as people tend to say.