Kennedy’s POV
The second I saw my aunt Natalie step into the courtyard, every knot of anxiety inside me loosened.
She looked like a bolder, more confident version of me—same thick dark curls, same bright blue eyes, same strong cheekbones, but she wore it all like armor. Her heels clicked against the pavement as she walked like she owned the entire resort, and honestly, she probably could if she wanted to.
I smiled and moved toward her, my heart already lifting. “Aunt Nat!”
She turned, grinning that familiar grin that always made me feel safe. “Look at you!” she said, sweeping me into a hug. “Still short, still gorgeous, still smarter than everyone else.”
I let out a laugh as she squeezed me tightly. She smelled like vanilla, patchouli, and some kind of warm spice I couldn’t name but a
