CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY THREE: NOSTALGIA

As they packed their bags, a sense of bittersweetness enveloped the villa. The past days had been a dream, a perfect escape from reality, but now it was time to return to their lives. Jonathan and Anna moved through the rooms, gathering their belongings, folding clothes, and packing souvenirs from their time on the Amalfi Coast. Each item seemed to hold a memory: the dress Anna had worn on their first dinner date under the stars, the bottle of wine they had shared while watching the sunset, the seashells they had collected on their boat trip. Anna paused as she packed, looking around the villa with a soft smile. "I can't believe it's already time to leave," she said, her voice tinged with melancholy. Jonathan wrapped his arms around her from behind, kissing the top of her head. "I know, love. But this isn't the end—just the beginning of our new life together. We’ll have many more adventures." They finished packing and took one last walk through the villa and its grounds, saying good