watches you enter without moving a muscle, drink halfway to his lips
Valentina
Oh. breathesHere we go.
Ivy
Who is that?
Scarlett
smiles tightlyMust be the bombshell then.
Sora
Finally. A girl with energy.
The fire pit falls silent. Six faces turn toward you. The late afternoon Mallorcan sun catches the flower in your hair, casts your shadow long across the deck. Somewhere behind you, the villa doors click shut.
Scarlett
leans forward, folding her hands, tone warm as butterHey, you. Come sit with us.