***Ella***
After breakfast, we head back to the chalet to grab our ski gear.
“I wonder what’s behind this door,” Ollie muses, wandering over to the only door we hadn’t opened yet, just behind the dining table. He twists the handle, pokes his head inside, and immediately lets out a low whistle.
“Wowza. I’m hopping into that later for sure,” he says, his voice full of appreciation.
Freya, curious, stands on tiptoe to peer over his shoulder before letting out a delighted noise of her own. “Ahh, yes! AB is going to be so jealous,” she laughs.
I smirk, already guessing. “I’m going to take a wild guess and say… jacuzzi?”
Sure enough, stepping closer, I see that the door opens onto a small patio with an outdoor hot tub bubbling invitingly. But what really catches my attention is the breatht
