Agnes
The rental car that was waiting for us outside the airport was a sleek silver convertible, and after about thirty minutes of driving along coastal roads with the wind kissing our hair and faces, Elijah turned onto a private driveway that wound up a small hill. As we crested the top, I gasped.
The villa that came into view was breathtaking. Two stories of white stucco with a red-tiled roof, surrounded by flowering plants and palm trees. Floor-to-ceiling windows faced the ocean, and a sprawling deck wrapped around the entire structure. Beyond it, I could see steps leading down to what appeared to be a private stretch of beach.
“Elijah,” I breathed. “This is... wow.”
“Do we get to stay here?” Thea asked. Her eyes were as wide as saucers. “The whole place is ours?”
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