★Cassandra★
I always remembered that the Seabrook Bay Country Club wasn’t just exclusive, but it was beautiful. The sun hung high above the manicured lawns, the hedges trimmed into perfect lines, and the soft breeze carried the faint smell of fresh-cut grass. Gentle piano music drifted from the outdoor speakers, and servers dressed in crisp white uniforms moved quietly between tables with trays of tea pots and delicate pastries. I arrived a little early, mostly because I wanted a moment to breathe before the inevitable tension that came with any meeting that involved my mother. But today felt different. Lighter, somehow. The argument from days ago still lingered in the back of my mind, but so did the talk we had afterward. Maybe we were finally making progress. I checked in with the hoste
