Alina’s POV
The spa was tucked away on the far side of the island, a world apart from the chaos of the main villa. Palm trees swayed gently in the breeze, and the soft, rhythmic crash of waves made the place feel like it existed outside of time. I could already tell I’d fallen in love with the smell. jasmine and coconut, a hint of something floral I couldn’t quite name. It felt like paradise, and I wanted to bottle it up to take home.
Grandma walked ahead of me, not-surprisingly graceful in her robe, her presence commanding even here. “I hope you’re ready for this massage,” she said, flashing a small smile that made me pause. “This spa doesn’t mess around.”
I laughed. “I think I could get used to this. Honestly, my back might actually forgive me someday.”
We started with a full-body sc
