The villa, a sprawling expanse of white stone and infinity pools, was silent except for the rhythmic thrum of the surf. Jordan was the first to arrive, dropping her bags in the foyer and heading straight for the balcony to watch the tide. Soon, the others trickled in: Alexis, with a suitcase full of new bikinis and enough energy to power the whole island, and Cassidey, who had already found the vintage records in the lounge. The rule for the week was simple: no phones, no work, no outside world.