Larry the butler had already arranged for the beach villa to be cleaned and fully stocked with everything they could possibly need, so it was ready for immediate move-in.
"Are you staying with us at the beach villa tonight? Don't folks in the village say the groom and bride can't see each other before the wedding?"
"I'll be staying with you guys. Tomorrow morning, let's go beachcombing and have a massive seafood feast. Sound good?"
Her grandfather had his memories back, and she wanted to spend quality time with her masters. Of course she was going to stay with them.
Besides, she had already agreed with Julius that the makeup and styling team would come to the beach villa to prep her for the big day. Even her wedding gown had already been delivered there.
She didn't have to worry about a single thing. Julius had arranged everything flawlessly; all she had to do was show up and be a beautiful bride.
"Yes! Beachcombing! Let's go beachcombing!"
"That's a fantastic idea. We live up in the mountains year-round and rarely get to stay by the sea. We need to enjoy this to the fullest."
"Exactly! We're having a seafood feast!"
"Haha! I want to wear a Hawaiian shirt, flip-flops, and a bucket hat, but there's no time to buy them!"
"I'm going to wake up early tomorrow to watch the sunrise."
"I want to go deep-sea fishing."
The old men gleefully chattered away, debating what to wear, what to pack, and what to do in the water.
"Masters, I'll have someone buy the bucket hats, flip-flops, and Hawaiian shirts for you. Whatever else you want, just say the word. I'll make sure you get it all."
When she was little, her masters had taught her skills and watched her grow. Now that she was all grown up, it was her turn to pamper them.
Fenton asked, "Little Star, can we have a barbecue tomorrow night? Roast some seafood?"
"Of course! Julius has already stationed chefs and staff at the villa. A barbecue is a piece of cake."

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