Juniper's Pov
I sit cross-legged on my bedroom floor, a half-filled suitcase open in front of me. My neatly folded clothes sit in small piles—breezy summer dresses, the one old forgotten swimsuit I could find, and lightweight cardigans for cooler evenings. I reached for a floppy sunhat, pausing mid-motion as my thoughts drift yet again.
"Why did I agree to this trip?"
The question has been circling my mind since the moment I texted Theodore back with a reluctant yes. I place the sunhat down carefully, leaning back on my hands and staring at the ceiling.
“This is going to be a disaster,” I mutter to myself.
My mind wanders to lunch with Theodore and Liam, replaying his probing questions and the way he had watched us so intently. It felt like he was dissecting every word, every glance b
