Izzy followed the resort staff down the long, bright hallway, dragging her small suitcase behind her. The carpet was soft, and her heels made almost no sound as she walked. She finally stopped in front of a door that read:
Room 214 – Izzy Hart, Lily Chen, Grace Moore, and Tessa Boyd.
She sighed.
Roommates.
Pushing the door open, she found a large, cozy room with four beds, cream-colored curtains, and a small balcony that overlooked the calm blue lake. The air smelled faintly of pine and new linen.
Her three colleagues were already there... laughing, unpacking, and chatting about the weekend.
“Hey, Izzy!” Lily said cheerfully. “We saved the bed by the window for you!”
“Thanks,” Izzy replied, smiling politely. She set her bag down beside the bed and joined in their conversation for a
