Charlotte's POV (Expanded & Refined)
"Now that you're back," Cecily said softly, breaking the comfortable silence between us, "is it just for a few days... or are you staying for good?"
We sat side by side on the lounger near the swimming pool, the late afternoon sun casting soft golden light across the water. The breeze carried the scent of lavender and salt, and for a moment, everything felt still—like time had slowed just enough to let me breathe.
I didn't answer immediately.
My gaze drifted across the rippling pool, following the lazy movement of light on water.
"I don't know," I said at last, my voice quiet. Honest. "I came here to clear my mind. To escape. To figure out what I want."
Cecily didn't press. She just nodded, her expression gentle, and patient.
"If—when—you're ready," she said, "you can tell me what's on your mind... or what's in your heart. I won't judge you, Charlotte. I never have. You're my friend. And whatever it is, I'll listen."
