The entire space is filled with potted plants, like geraniums. Vines are climbing up the stone walls, covering a wooden lattice that leans perfectly against the house.
Rays of light reflect down into the fountain, and songbirds chirp from above.
It’s unbelievably magical.
Tears spring to my eyes, and a world of emotions swirls in my chest, but “grateful” is the key word.
So much to be grateful for today.
Camila circles her arms around my stomach from behind and leans her head on my back. “You okay?”
I nod, then turn and give her a proper hug. “I’m so happy you’re here in this world with me.”
She dips her head to hide her emotions, then Addie comes barreling forward and throws her arms around us.
“All right, bitches, enough with the emotional bullshit. We’re here to party.”
I throw my head back and laugh out loud, feeling free of all responsibilities for the next two weeks has never felt so good.
“I’m on a boat and I’m not even scared,” I sing-song, cheersing Camila with my champagne as I look over the glamorous Port de Saint-Tropez.
Camila looks at me, unimpressed. “We’re on a yacht, docked in the port, not moving. What’s there to be scared about?”
“You’d be surprised how my brain works,” I yell over thumping music from the yacht next to us.
Yacht next to us.
Who am I?
We left Valencia a few days ago for a surprise weekend trip to Saint-Tropez. I was beside myself…Spain and France.
Sebastian set up the whole weekend. He chartered a small private plane and booked the swankiest hotel, and tonight, our last night, we’re staying on his friend’s yacht.
It’s times like these I’m reminded of Lake Horizon and how one summer changed the trajectory of my whole life.
Exactly how Mase said it would.
Now, my eyes are open to so many more experiences I could have never imagined.
We’ve had the best time; I don’t think any trip will beat this.
We’ve gone shopping, sightseeing, and, of course, partying.
A lot of partying.
In all the years we’ve been friends, I’ve never been able to keep up with these two, but something about Europe invigorates me.
It’s like I can do anything I put my mind to.
Like now, I’ve been drinking champagne all day and night, like I won’t have the most wicked hangover known to man.
But I’m in France…champagne is a must.
The guys in the yacht parked next to me all clap and wolf whistle as five hot models walk on their boat, and I can’t help but roll my eyes.
This lifestyle is fun with the girls, but I’m not sure I’d ever get used to the pompous jerks associated with it.
Little dick energy, as I’ve been calling it.
