By the following morning, it was time to say goodbye and for everyone to return to the city.
The beach house, once alive with music, chatter, and laughter, now rested in solemn silence, its walls holding on to memories of the night before.
Suitcases rumbled softly against the sandy driveway, mingling with the whisper of the waves, as embraces stretched a little longer than usual.
Blaze guided Amelia gently toward their private jet, his hand steady on her arm and his smile filled with affection.
Maria trailed quietly behind the couple with baby Noel cradled in her arms, his innocent sleeping face a tender reminder of new beginnings.
Gregory came next, his stride calm yet thoughtful, with Hilary and his family walking up close, chatting happily, while Henry busied himself ensuring every suitcase found its place inside the plane.
Soon, each family and friend was settled into their respective aircraft in readiness to leave.
