“Ms. Byron, you're not hurt, I hope? Can you move?” Mia was frantic, genuinely worried for Laura. She didn’t think Laura had done anything wrong and felt nothing but sympathy for her at this moment. “I’ll come down and help you up.”
Suddenly, a soft but unmistakably delighted laugh rang out.
Mia looked ahead in shock—it was Laura.
During her fall, Laura had managed to react quickly, deftly avoiding the floating candle holders on the water’s surface. Her body hadn’t sustained any actual harm.
With composure, she stood up, calmly adjusted her soaked clothes, and walked to the edge of the pool. Taking Mia’s hand, which the receptionist had forgotten to retract, she bent slightly and looked intently into her kind and concerned eyes.
“Thank you, Mia. If I weren’t dripping wet, I’d give you
