A/N: Totally different from the old version.
The following morning, I wake early, nerves thrumming with anticipation. I step out of my room, determined to let Stefano know I have to leave. To my surprise, a suitcase sits at the edge of the stairs, and curiosity prickles my skin. Who could it belong to?
"Are you going somewhere?" I ask as Stefano descends the stairs, his expression unreadable.
"Are you ready?" he counters, ignoring my question.
"For what? And you didn't answer me." Confusion furrows my brow.
"Samuel, get someone to take her bags downstairs," Stefano calls out, striding into the kitchen without a backward glance.
"Stefano!" I hurry after him, frustration simmering in my veins.
He sighs heavily, turning to face me, coffee cup in hand. "Do I have to explain everything to you?" He sets the cup down on the counter with a clatter, and I cross my arms, arching a brow in silent challenge.
"Fine. Do you remember what I said yesterday?"
I nod, heart, skipping a beat.
"Good. I'm doing as I said." He picks up his cup and moves to leave, but I'm hot on his heels.
"What do you mean you're keeping it?"
Stefano spins around abruptly, and I nearly collide with his chest. We're so close, sharing the same air, and electricity crackles between us.
"I'm taking you to Mexico."
"You're taking me to Mexico?" I echo, disbelief coloring my tone.
"Yes. How else am I going to ensure you're safe?"
"Oh." Realization dawns, and a slow smile tugs at my lips. I was so worried we would be apart, but I guess I shouldn't.
"Let's go." Stefano's words snap me back to the present, and I follow him out the door, excitement bubbling in my chest. With Stefano by my side, I have a feeling this trip to Mexico will be unforgettable.
***
Hours later, Stefano and I arrive at Abuela's house. The grand Mediterranean villa sits majestically on the hillside, its terracotta tile roof and arched windows exuding an unmistakable Spanish charm. A paved courtyard with an intricate circular brickwork pattern leads to the arched main entrance, above which a wrought-iron balcony overlooks the breathtaking ocean view. Lush palm trees and vibrant tropical foliage surround the villa, swaying gently in the warm coastal breeze. As the golden hues of sunset wash over the scene, I'm struck by the tranquil elegance and timeless beauty of Abuela's seaside estate.
We step inside the grand foyer, our footsteps echoing on the intricately patterned tile floor. The space is open and airy, with a high vaulted ceiling supported by exposed wooden beams. Sunlight streams in through the arched windows, illuminating the creamy stucco walls. In the center of the foyer, a wrought iron chandelier casts a warm glow over the curved staircase with its ornate railings. To one side, an antique wooden bench sits beneath an arched alcove, inviting guests to pause and admire the elegant space before proceeding further into the home. An atmosphere of timeless Mediterranean charm and sophistication envelops us as we take in the harmonious blend of architectural details and thoughtful decor.
I lead us to the backyard, where I know Mama and Abuela will be at this hour. The sprawling Mediterranean-style backyard is a true oasis, perfectly complementing the grand villa. A spacious terracotta-tiled patio extends from the arched French doors, providing an ideal space for alfresco dining and entertaining. At the center lies an exquisite mosaic-tiled fountain, its gentle trickle creating a soothing ambiance. Lush landscaping surrounds the patio, with vibrant bougainvillea cascading over wrought-iron trellises and towering palm trees swaying in the gentle breeze. A curved saltwater pool and spa beckon invitingly, surrounded by chaise lounges and shaded by a rustic pergola draped in fragrant jasmine vines. Beyond the pool, a well-tended kitchen garden overflows with herbs, citrus trees, and colorful flowers, while a bocce court nestled in one corner promises friendly competition. The entire backyard exudes a sense of timeless Mediterranean charm and tranquility, providing the perfect setting for Mama and Abuela to enjoy the warm coastal air and stunning ocean views.

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