Third Person POV
For the first time in years, every choice in front of her belonged to her alone.
No schedules built around Harrison.
No compromises made for the Grant family.
No waiting.
No hoping.
No disappointment waiting around the corner wearing a familiar face.
Just freedom.
Uncertain.
Uncomfortable.
Beautiful.
The following day, Raina met Lily for lunch at a small restaurant near the river.
The place wasn’t luxurious.
No crystal chandeliers.
No private VIP rooms.
Just sunlight filtering through wide glass windows and the comforting aroma of freshly cooked food.
It felt real.
That was enough.
Lily arrived carrying two shopping bags and enough energy for five people.
The moment she sat down, she pointed a finger dramatically at Raina.
“You look different.”
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