Cindy chuckled. Just as she was about to say something, the rumble of a truck engine caught her attention.

"Hold that thought. I'll go see what's up," she said.

With that, Cindy headed outside.

A truck was parked in front of the villa, and Guadalupe was directing the movers. "Be careful with everything, please."

Cindy, rocking her sunglasses, stood by the iron fence, watching the workers haul boxes into the house.

There weren't too many boxes; the movers wrapped it up in four or five trips. Cindy counted the boxes, paid the movers, and sent them on their way.@@novelbin@@

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