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Sabrina had not expected that she would go to London as soon as she had, but here she was in the chapel sitting next to Gui. The pretty floral urn with gold leaves was beautiful, and Sabrina felt the tears swell in her eyes again. When Gui called her and told her that Carole’s badly […]
Sabrina cut her finger on the edge of the cardboard Drew—it was like the card that he gave her was a thorn in her purse. But she could not compel herself to throw it out, maybe it was because of the memory of sex with him she had had most recently, the most bizarre role […]
Sabrina was curled on the bed, blanket pulled up over her so she could block out the sun. Her body still ruminated from what happened at the hotel between her and Drew. She did not know if Drew knew it was her, or if he really thought that she was a lookalike that he had […]
Sabrina wandered in the area of the hotel, but did not go in. She did not know if she was going to see Drew—he gave her his card like she was going to seek him out. She had no intention of doing so… …except there she was wandering outside like a prostitute. The prostitute that […]
Sabrina wore the wig back to Harry’s. When she left the hotel after Drew, she did not wear it because there were people who would know she was Nichy if they saw her. But in his apartment, she realized that Harry would not have any idea who Nichy was. When she walked into the livingroom, […]
It was an accident. Sabrina meant to call Jeanne. But she accidentally called Drew because she had been looking at his contact information on her phone, and she had hung up when she heard his voice. But he still called back. “Hello?” His accent filled the line, and she hung up because that was not […]
“You like falling in love more than anything. More than loving or being in love, you love the sensation of falling,” Jeanne had said between her cigarette in one hand, and her gin in the other while surveying her friend. Jeanne’s words stayed with Sabrina long after the two women parted. She did not see […]
Her dream started that she came out of her Cindrellaesque carriage, but she was dressed like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman—and she was wearing shattered glass slippers and could see the blood on her feet in the cracks. But it did not hurt at all. She walked to the ballroom? Or at least a huge […]
Was it all about the fantasy? Was nothing real for her? Sabrina waited at her and Harry’s favorite neighborhood bar. She had spent most of the day lost in fantasies about Drew, and how fire-filled it had been between them. She remembered arching in the bed when he went down on her, because his tongue […]
It was a bizarre twist, and it made Sabrina resent Carole even more for her confession of love. It was not that they were not going to be friends anymore, the two of them had been through far too much for that. But it was that she hated that Carole romanticized the dynamic between them. […]