Clara smiled politely. Simone was part of the neighborhood’s social circuit—always organizing playdates, fundraisers, wine tastings no one asked for. Clara had nothing against her, really. She just didn’t enjoy small talk wrapped in passive aggression. “I’m good,” Clara replied. “Just taking a little break from work. Leo needed some air.”
Simone followed her gaze to the sandbox. “He’s getting so big. He’s what, three now?” “Two and a half,” Clara said. “Oh, right.” Simone sipped her smoothie, then leaned in slightly. “And Rosa’s watching the house, I presume?” Clara blinked. “Yes, she is.” Simone’s lips curled into a half-smile. “She’s… very pretty, isn’t she?”