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Henley When my alarm blared early the following day, I stumbled out of bed, showered, and dressed in a shorts set with my bathing suit beneath. Then I slipped on sandals, knowing we would be walking along the beach. I did my hair in loose waves and headed downstairs for breakfast. Ari and Grayson were having breakfast with their children in the dining hall, and Mom and Maxwell were there, too. “Good morning." I took my regular seat as a maid set a plate of eggs and bacon in front of me, along with a glass of orange juice. “Thank you." She smiled down at me and then went on to refill Maxwell's hot tea. Most people had coffee in the morning—or hot tea in Estrea—but my go-to morning staple was orange juice. The eggs and bacon looked too heavy for my stomach this early, so I made a littl