everything has changed ➺ charles leclerc

twenty-two - angeli

We follow the group, our steps light and our smiles wide, ready to immerse ourselves in the vibrant charm of Mykonos. The winding streets are lined with whitewashed buildings adorned with vibrant blue accents, creating a picturesque backdrop for our adventures.

The scent of fresh seafood and Greek delicacies fills the air as we stroll through the narrow alleyways, exploring the local shops and boutiques. The locals greet us with warm smiles and welcoming gestures, inviting us to indulge in the island's rich culture and hospitality.

As we make our way to a local taverna, the sound of traditional Greek music fills our ears. The rhythmic beats and lively melodies beckon us to join in the festivities. We enter the lively establishment, finding a table on the outdoor terrace overlooking the azure waters.

The table is filled with plates of mouthwatering Greek delicacies, from tzatziki and souvlaki to spanakopita and moussaka. We savor each bite, the flavors exploding on our tongues, as we share stories, laughter, and anecdotes of our adventures so far.

The lively music entices us to our feet, and we can't resist the urge to dance. We join the locals on the makeshift dance floor, moving in harmony with the infectious beats. The traditional Greek dance steps come naturally to us, our bodies swaying and twirling with the rhythm.

In the midst of the festivities, I catch a glimpse of Charles and Grace sitting at the end of the table. Their presence momentarily dampens my spirits, but I shake off the negative thoughts. This trip is about embracing joy and creating memories, and I won't let their presence disrupt that.

I glance at Mick, who catches my eye and flashes a reassuring smile. He takes my hand, pulling me into a spirited dance, his laughter mingling with mine. In that moment, surrounded by the vibrant energy of Mykonos, I let go of the past and embrace the beauty of the present.

As the sun begins to set, casting a warm glow over the island, we find ourselves lost in the magic of Mykonos.

AS THE NIGHT UNFOLDS, I can't help but be swept away by the lively banter and laughter that fills the air. The vibrant energy of the island courses through my veins, igniting a sense of camaraderie among our group.

I raise my glass, joining in George's toast. "To Mykonos! May this night be filled with unforgettable moments, lots of alcohol, and much less hangovers tomorrow!"

The sound of clinking glasses and cheerful cheers envelops us, and I can't help but smile at the genuine joy radiating from my friends. This is what it's all about— not the drama with Charles and Grace, but being with my best friends who have become my second family.

Max turns to Mick with a mischievous grin. "Hey, Mick, remember that time you tried to salsa dance in Barcelona? It was a sight to behold!" I gasp in shock, not believing what I'm hearing.

"Mick? Salsa dance? Tell me more!" I exclaim, grabbing Max's arm and shaking him.

Mick chuckles, playfully nudging Max. "Ah, you had to bring that up, didn't you? I'll have you know I've improved my salsa skills since then. Maybe I'll give you a demonstration later!"

Laughter ripples through the group, creating an atmosphere of lightness and ease. The weight of everyday life seems to fade away as we immerse ourselves in this moment of pure connection and joy.

Lando, never missing an opportunity to tease, jumps in. "Come on, Daniel, it's about time you unveiled your secret breakdance moves. We've been waiting!"

Daniel chuckles, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Ah, the breakdance routine. That's a showstopper, my friend. Maybe I'll save it for a special occasion. Let's keep the anticipation alive!"