Frida spent at least 30 minutes soaking in the luxurious bathtub, dreading the upcoming dinner.
The warm water soothed her skin, but it couldn't calm the storm brewing in her chest.
She had no reason to be this nervous, absolutely none. It wasn't as if this was the first time she would see him.
She'd seen him almost every day at school, hadn't she? Well, from a distance, at least. Their paths rarely crossed directly. But still, it wasn't new. Except...it was.
This was their first time together in three years, three long years since that disaster.
The memory flickered in her mind, unwanted but persistent, like an old wound she'd never quite managed to heal.
She sighed heavily, sinking further into the water until only her nose and eyes were above the surface. If only I'd said no to Mom, she thought bitterly.
It was unnecessary to overthink this. She would survive it. Just seven days.
How hard could it be? Seven days stuck in the same space as her ex-best friend.
