Friday headed back to her room, hugging Ian tightly. "Good morning," she mumbled.Ian chuckled. "Hs'morning," Friday muffled, utterly sleep-deprived.She didn't even look through her clothes and picked the warmest thing she could find – a cozy oversized sweater."You look cute," Ian remarked, smirking."Shut up, I haven't had any sleep," she snapped, grumpy.Ian put his hand up in mock defense. "Okay, okay, no compliments before coffee."Friday glared playfully.Before they exited the room, Ian gently turned her around and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead."Sleepy beauty, let's get you caffeinated."Friday smiled slightly."Lead the way."As they joined the others, Melanie asked."Friday, did you get any rest?"Friday shook her head."Analytics say 4 hours, 22 minutes. Not enough."Binky chuckled."Friday's sleep tracker is her love language."Ingrid smiled."Coffee will fix everything."The group headed to the dock, ready to start their private boat tour.
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As they boarded the boat, Melanie gazed at Friday's outfit."Friday, that coat is stunning! Fur trim, too?" Melanie asked.Binky chuckled."Friday's gone luxurious!"Ingrid smiled."That coat suits you perfectly."Alex nodded."Elegant and cozy, Friday. You're rocking winter chic."Friday blushed."Ian picked it out. He said I needed something warm and stylish."Ian grinned."Someone's got to keep you warm and fashionable."Friday leaned into Ian."You have good taste, husband."Melanie added, "And those boots! Perfect choice, Friday."Binky teased, "Friday's gone from analytics to aesthetics."Ingrid smiled, "Those boots elevate the whole outfit."Alex chuckled, "Who knew sleep deprivation would unlock Friday's inner fashionista?"Friday laughed, "Hey, I've always had potential."Ian smiled, "You look amazing, boots and all."Friday's boots, a rugged yet stylish contrast to her cozy sweater, completed her effortlessly chic look. The boat view was spectacular and everyone was not egaer to leave when it came to a stop and regretting to not pay an extra thirty miniutes the papparazzii had swarmed Ingrid.
"Ingrid, whens the babby due date"
"Are planning for a girl or boy"
I stepped into clear view shielding Ingrid
"I mean, think about it," Friday continued, her voice firm but controlled. "You're harassing her on her private vacation, and now you're asking invasive questions? That's not journalism; that's bullying."The paparazzi paused, taken aback by Friday's words.Ingrid smiled gratefully at Friday."Thanks, Friday."Binky stepped forward, his expression stern."We've had enough. Leave us alone."Ian positioned himself beside Friday, forming a united front."Respect their boundaries," Ian warned.The captain intervened, "Time to disembark. Let's go."As they stepped off the boat, the group was met with a surprise: a private car and security detail, courtesy of Binky's royal connections."Ingrid, Binky, this way," the driver said.The paparazzi scrambled, but the security team efficiently shielded the group.Friday turned to Ingrid."You okay?"Ingrid nodded."Thanks to you, Friday."Binky added."We owe you one.
As they arrived at the secluded villa, Ingrid suggested, "Let's dine here tonight. Private chef, no paparazzi."Binky agreed, "Sounds perfect. What do you say, everyone?"Friday smiled, "Sounds lovely."Ian nodded, "Intimate dinner, great idea."Melanie exclaimed, "Ooh, can we have a movie night too?"Alex chuckled, "Only if we don't watch Binky's sailing videos."The group laughed, and Ingrid gestured to the villa's stunning view."Let's enjoy this peaceful evening together."
