Charlotte closed the door and put on her earbuds, shutting out the noise outside. Since she had decided to return and get married, it was time to resign from her job here. Still, she wanted to finish her tasks to avoid any trouble for
others.
Sitting by the floor–to–ceiling window, she worked alone until the sun dipped below the horizon, and dusk darkened the room. Finally, after hours of work, she removed her earbuds and stretched. The work was done, and the house was quiet again.
She instinctively picked up her phone to unwind, and a message from Sophie popped up.
“Why didn’t you like my post on Instagram?”
One minute later, another message arrived: “Oh, sorry, Charlotte! I sent that by mistake–don’t be mad, okay?”
Curious, Charlotte opened Sophie’s Instagram to see what she’d posted. She was greeted by a photo grid showcasing gifts from Jaziel and Nolan. A luxurious pink princess dress, spread out like a pink cloud, took center stage. To match it, Jaziel had gifted a pair of custom crystal diamond shoes, glittering with elegance. The red sports car? Clearly, that was from Nolan.
In the center photo, Sophie stood between Jaziel and Nolan, her arms linked with theirs, her smile radiating sweetness. The caption read, “Yay, today I got to be a princess~”
Charlotte knew Sophie had posted this intentionally, trying to provoke her. In the past, she would’ve been hurt, unable to stand seeing Jaziel and Nolan treating someone else as they once treated her–a person they’d known less than a month. But now, she was leaving. None of it mattered anymore.
With an indifferent flick of her finger, she liked the post, a red heart lighting up on the screen. From this moment on, she and Jaziel and Nolan were merely friends; Sophie could handle the complications between them.
The next day, Charlotte went to the office to submit her resignation. Returning home, she began sorting through the many photos they’d taken over the years. They’d known each other for over twenty years, filling album after album with memories: childhood snapshots of Jaziel and Nolan playing house with her, awards ceremonies from high school, vacations they took together during college…
Charlotte flipped through each photo, memories as vivid as if they’d just happened. But now, they were unimportant.
Jaziel and Nolan arrived one after the other, just in time to see her doing this. Jaziel’s voice trembled slightly as he rushed over, “What are you doing?”
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