Charlotte’s POV
The house was quiet when I got back, Nora still at training for the day. Before Sophia got out of the car, I made an excuse and hurried upstairs with the bag tucked under my arm, half-expecting someone to materialize out of thin air and demand to see what I had bought.
But the hallway was empty, and I made it to the bedroom without running into anyone.
I locked the door behind me and set the bag on the bed. The emerald fabric caught the afternoon light streaming through the window as I pulled the suit out of the bag, and I found myself smiling. I knew it was just a bathing suit, nothing special, but it really was pretty. And it had fit so well in the store, hugging my body in all the right places without making me feel like I was on display or like I wasn’t mys
