Ava and Selma had ended up spending the weekend, they hadn’t checked into their hotel by the time we had met, and their bags were still in their rental car. The weekend turned into the next week, and before we knew it, our holiday was coming to an end.
“This was the best reunion ever,” Basil said as he stretched out on the lounger next to the house’s pool.
“Bermuda has left its mark on us,” Marlo said as she intertwined her fingers with Elio’s.
“Sadly, though, real life waits for all of us,” Ava said.
“And real life is where exactly?” Jack asked her.
“Back to Los Angeles,” Selma answered.
“Talking about real life, I’m moving in with Jack,” Tank said.
“What did your dad say?” I asked him.
“His daddy ain’t telling us a thing, since Tank’s not taking over the family business, he can’t
