Chapter 124: A Night to Remember

Calla’s POV

By the time Cleo finally decided she was done with the pool for the day, her fingers looked like raisins and her hair was almost fully matted from poolwater despite my repeated efforts to convince her to keep her head above the surface.

We gathered our things and headed back inside. I steered Cleo toward the elevators, shooting an apologetic look at the current concierge as Cleo shook