*Charlie* As we all spill into our hotel room, laughter still bubbling from our earlier conversation, I spot something lying on the bed. A crisp white envelope, its edges perfectly aligned, catches my attention. Curiosity piqued, I rush over and pick it up, flipping it over to see if there’s a name written on it. There isn’t. I tear it open, my friends hovering behind me, eyes wide with anticipation. “Okay, what’s inside?” Tessa asks, bouncing on her toes like a child on Christmas morning. I pull out a sleek, shiny card with the words “Deluxe Spa Treatments for Four” embossed in gold on the front. “It’s a gift certificate to the spa!” I exclaim, unable to contain my excitement. “Are you serious?” Nia leans in closer, her disbelief evident. “This is amazing! Who do you think sent it?”

