(Michelle POV)
The sky beyond the villa blushed a soft gradient of peach and violet, as if the sun itself had decided to flirt before disappearing.
Snow reflected the last of the light in a shimmer that made everything feel quieter. Softer. Like the world had decided to pause for a little while and let people breathe.
Or in my case — panic gently while pretending not to.
The others were scattered around the grounds.
Kate and Lara were arguing about whether "aesthetic snow angels" were a real concept.
Andy and Vince had taken it upon themselves to rate everyone's obstacle performance with unnecessary commentary.
Jeff was taking photos like a documentary director.
Anthony was somewhere in quiet territory, probably enjoying the peace with Jasmine.
And somehow — without any announcement or planning —
Steven and I ended up here.
