Charlotte’s POV
Nora and I stopped at the gelato place on the way back to the hotel, just like she’d asked. She got mint chocolate chip with gummy bears on top—a combination that I, quite frankly, thought was diabolical, but she seemed to like it so I didn’t complain—and I got pistachio. We sat outside on a bench near the boardwalk, watching the waves crash against the shore while we ate.
By the time we were finished, both of our fingers were sticky with melted gelato and Nora had a smear of chocolate across her cheek. I wiped her face with a napkin before we headed back inside.
The hotel lobby was quieter now that it was late afternoon. Most of the guests were either out exploring or at the beach. We took the elevator up to our floor, Nora humming the entire way.
“Can I ta
