Moxie's POV
The last morning at the villa didn’t feel the way I thought it would, because I expected something louder, something more chaotic with everyone scrambling to pack and complaining about leaving, but instead it settled into this strange in-between where half the rooms were quiet, suitcases were left half open, and the excitement of the trip hadn’t fully faded even though the reality of going back was starting to creep in.
I woke up to the sound of movement somewhere down the hall, voices low and slightly groggy, and for a moment I just lay there, staring at the ceiling as I tried to hold onto the last bits of sleep, but it didn’t last long because my mind was already catching up, already reminding me that this was it, the last day before everything shifted back into something
