Charlotte’s POV
By the time Nora finally decided she was done with the pool for the day, her fingers looked like raisins and her hair was almost fully matted from poolwater despite my repeated efforts to convince her to keep her head above the surface.
We gathered our things and headed back inside. I steered Nora toward the elevators, shooting an apologetic look at the current concierge as Nora shook off her goggles and sent water droplets sprinkling across the tiles. He sighed, pushing his glasses up on his nose, and shook his head as he went back to typing on his computer.
It was almost three o’clock now, plenty of time for Nora to rest for a while before it was time to get ready. Despite her earlier energy, I could see her waning again, still a little woozy from last night e
