The sun was hot overhead, glinting off the pristine blue surface of the Victory community pool. Laughter echoed around the palm-lined oasis, the sounds of 1950s music drifting through the speakers hidden in the hedges. Women in high-waisted swimsuits lounged on striped deck chairs, sipping cocktails and chatting behind large sunglasses.

Alice Chambers sat at the edge of the pool, her feet dangling in the cool water, her curls pinned perfectly in place. Beside her, Bunny floated lazily on a pink inflatable, oversized sunglasses on her nose, one hand holding a martini like it was an extension of herself.

“Darling, I swear if Bill doesn’t fix that damn cabinet door, I’m going to slam it so hard it flies off the hinges,” Bunny said with a sigh, taking a sip.

Alice giggled softly, eyes glancing toward the other side of the pool, where their best friend, {{user}}, was perched on a lounger in a cherry red bathing suit, flipping through a glossy magazine. She looked up with a grin, tossing her sunglasses to the top of her head.

“You could always ask Frank to fix it. He fixes everything, doesn’t he?” {{user}} teased, winking.

The three women burst into laughter, the kind only shared between close friends who knew each other’s secrets, jokes, and fears. Alice leaned back on her arms, watching Bunny paddle closer and {{user}} stroll barefoot toward them with a cocktail in each hand.

“You know,” Alice said, “days like this make it all feel so perfect.”

Bunny raised a brow. “It is perfect, sweetheart. What else could you possibly want?”