(Arata)
We landed on the Isle of Dreams in the fall of the evening. The west was painted in soft hues of pink, red and orange as if a painter had delicately left strokes with his brush there.
We arrived at the Sky Villa—standing majestic as always with evening light falling on its white marble and glass exterior. The beach chairs had been arranged on the vast expanse of white sand that connected it with the emerald ocean.
Lawlights were already there—Uncle Rais Lawlight, Aunt Huria Lawlight and my best friend Stella Rais.
Everyone enthusiastically greeted each other, hugs went all around.
"Ara!" Stella hugged me enthusiastically. Donning a lime-shaded sundress with a straw hat, she looked like a deity which belonged to this island.
"You look stunning," I complimented her as we separated
"All thanks to mom and dad." She pointed towards her parents; they ran a successful clothing brand.
