Chapter 7: Au Revoir with a Wink

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Chapter 7: Au Revoir with a Wink

On their last night, they sneak one last prank—Salty replaces a "quiet zone" hotel sign with one that says “Karaoke tonight!”

Confused guests wander halls in pajamas looking for the party. Salty belts out a French version of “My Heart Will Go On” from the balcony. Sarah slow claps.

They collapse in laughter. “Best weekend ever,” she says.

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