Lottie
Lottie adores the kind of days that move slowly…sunlight, sea breeze, and the gentle hum of bike wheels on a sandy path. She’s been coming to the island every summer since she was a kit, and the Grand Hotel always makes her feel like she’s stepped into a storybook.
Her white dress billows in the warm wind as she pedals past rows of bright flowers, the air sweet with lilacs. She thinks maybe she’ll stop for fudge soon. For now, though, she’s just carefree, coasting through summer, smiling at the simple magic of it all.
