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he answers, his grip on my hand tightening as he turns to look at me.
"Mauritius?" I repeat, looking around once more. That's so far away. He chuckles, pecking my hair as he leads me to the car that is already parked and waiting for us.
After exchanging greetings with the driver, he assists us with our belongings and we enter the car, which already has our luggage placed in the trunk. The driver takes his seat, and we start our journey into the city of Mauritius. As we drive through the streets, I gaze out the window and immediately feel overwhelmed by the vibrant colors, exotic scents, and the sounds of an unfamiliar yet intriguing language. Even though it appears to be evening, the streets