#Chapter167
SAM
The two-story beach house owned by Abby is beautiful—it’s a gift for her husband on her nineteenth birthday. I can’t help but appreciated the magnificent view that catches my eyes. An azure blue sea in a seemingly calming current, and the sounds of the rippling of waves hitting the seashores. fluffy white clouds drifting up in the sky, the seagulls squabbling overhead. I can taste the salty smell of the breeze.
/"This is the best part of the house,/" Abby says proudly while we girls are leaning against the concrete balustrades of the balcony.
We run over here as soon as Abby announces that she will show us the patio, leaving the guys behind us.
/"Aside from our bedrooms, this is the best,/" Izzy agrees, giggling with Abby.
/"You two stop with your innuendos. Sandy is single, and I need you two to arrange blind dates for her,/" I retort.
Sandy elbow me with a grunt.
