Part 6 – Last Goodbyes
One weekend, six souls, and the kind of goodbye that tastes like memory — slow, messy, unforgettable.
The Last Breakfast | 10:30 AM | Garden Terrace The table had been set beneath a vine-covered pergola in the hotel’s private garden courtyard. White linens, fresh flowers in small glass vases, and a table that overflowed with everything good: mimosas, fruit platters, croissants still warm, thick-cut bacon, smoked salmon, soft scrambled eggs, roasted vine tomatoes, avocado halves, cheeses, preserves, granola, yogurt, and fl...
