Sophie and Grace sat on the grassy banks of the river, their fingers deftly working through the laundry submerged in the cool, flowing water. The sun bathed everything in a golden light, casting dancing reflections on the gentle ripples. Despite the task at hand, the atmosphere was serene, offering a reprieve from the bustle of daily life.
Grace glanced over at Sophie, who seemed lost in thought, her brow slightly furrowed. "Everything alright, Sophie?" Grace asked, breaking the quietude.
Sophie looked up, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Oh, yes, Grace. Just thinking about Layla," she replied, her voice carrying a wistful tone.
"Layla?" Grace raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued. "What about her?"
"I don't know... I've been missing her lately," Sophie admitted, her hands still working on the laundry. "It's strange. I feel like I want to see her."
