
Charlotte looked at Foxy, and a small smile formed on her lips. “That sounds ideal,” she said softly. She smoothed her skirt once more. Takeout, ice cream, and a movie. Something small and private between them. No Papparazzi. No stans analyzing their every move. They could just exist for a moment.
“No cameras. No tabloids. No one accidentally becoming tomorrow morning’s headline,” she added lightly. She looked towards the others. “Just us sounds nice. I think we’ve earned something simple.” She made the heart gesture with her hands. It was usually something reserved for the stage, but it felt appropriate now.
