Sophia’s POV
By the time we got back to the apartment, Venice felt like it had folded itself into me.
Soft lights.
Quiet laughter still echoing somewhere in my chest.
The gentle sway of the gondola still lingering in my body like a memory that hadn’t settled yet.
We didn’t say much on the way back.
Not because things were bad.
But because everything felt… full.
The kind of silence that comes after a long, beautiful day.
When the car pulled up, I stepped out slowly, glancing up at the building.
It already felt familiar.
Safe.
Inside, everything was calm.
Warm lighting.
The faint scent of something clean and comforting.
We all paused in the living room for a second.
Like none of us wanted to be the first to break the moment.
“Goodnight,” Sean said lightly, stretching.
Emily
