Soraya’s POV
Mom sat at the edge of the pool, her feet swaying gently in the water as she stared in the direction Arielle had stormed off. The sun was just right—warm and nice—but the mood between us had cooled the moment she told me how Arielle was upset.
“Should I go in and talk to her?” Mom asked, worry creeping into her voice. She never liked it when Arielle was upset, even though half the time she pretended she didn't care.
I shook my head, leaning back on my palms. “No. Let her breathe. You know how she is. When she’s upset, she needs space. By tomorrow, she’ll be laughing with us again like nothing happened.”
Mom looked genuinely surprised. “Did you upset her by any chance?”
I shrugged. “Maybe a little. But only because I told her something she didn’t agree with.”
And honestly
