Chapter 32
The Next Morning Morning in Bali arrived softly—sunlight slipping through sheer curtains, the distant sound of waves, and the faint rustle of palm trees swaying in the breeze. In one room, Roxy was already up. “Eleanor wake up!” she called, clapping her hands once as she moved around, pulling curtains open. “Spa day is not for lazy people!” A groan came from the bed. “It’s too early for this energy,” Eleanor mumbled, burying her face deeper into the pillow. Roxy walked over, hands on her hips. “You said that last night. Get up.” “Five minutes,” Eleanor pleaded. “You said five minutes ten minutes ago.” “I meant a new five minutes.” Roxy shook her head, laughing. “Unbelievable.” Meanwhile, in the boys’ rooms, things were surprisingly… organized. Max stood by the mirror, adjusting
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