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The drive to the beach house was not so long. At least from what I knew. Throughout the ride, I bickered with the guys on who was more annoying and I think it was safe to say, they were very annoying.

I was very excited for this trip because it was a much needed one for me. I planned to used it to rest and catch up on my self-care.

We got to the beach house which was situated on the other side of the beach, the part where tourists don’t go to. The place was completely devoid of people.

The house was a big one which did not surprise me at all. “Does this house get cleaned every day?” I had to ask as I wiped the countertop to see it spotless.

Chris chuckled “You’re correct. Dad makes sure it’s clean everyday even though we only come here twice a year”

Rich much?

Steph and I called dibbs on the biggest room on our way so we ran to check it out. Apparently it was also her first time at the beach house.

“Damn”

“This room is beautiful” Steph and I both said simultaneously.