NARRATOR’S POVONE YEAR LATERThe wedding preparations were in full swing, and Sydney rushed into the dressing room like a whirlwind, and her eyes were immediately drawn to the center of the room where Grace stood, resplendent in her wedding dress."Grace!" Sydney exclaimed, her initial frown meltin
"Ugh, fine," Mark groaned, feigning exasperation. "But you owe me big time. Like, a lifetime supply of free babysitting from Damon."Sydney snorted. "As if that kid would listen to anyone but me.""Fair point," Mark conceded. "Are you coming over so we could….”“Nope. I have like a million other err
Sydney nodded, sniffling softly as she tried to regain her composure."Come on now, not you too," she chided, pulling back and giving Grace's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "You'll ruin your makeup, and we can't have that."Grace let out a shaky laugh, blinking rapidly to clear her vision.Sydney smiled
ANASTASIAMy brows creased in worry as I dialed his number for the umpteenth time.'Hey there, if you're hearing this then I'm unavai-'I stopped the voicemail before it ended."Babe," I pouted even though he couldn't see me. "Where are you? Are you okay? I've been trying to reach you for eons now.
ANASTASIAMy strides were longer and faster as I made my way to his apartment. There was a reasonable part of me that was convinced that those pictures weren't photoshopped. And there was also the part, slightly smaller, that believed - or rather, wanted to believe - that it was all a lie. A stupid
ANASTASIAWith a sniff, I stopped my incessant knocking when I heard hurried footsteps coming toward the door. I leaned on the door, unable to stop my sobs.I had meant it when I said it was over but a part of me had hoped that he would come after me, take me in his arms and reassure me that it was
"I will,” I ran my fingers through my hair and plonked on the bed. "I just need time.”"Well, you don't have that time,” she started to pull me up. “Because I'm going to the club and you're coming with me."“No," I said definitely and started to pull away. “I'm not going anywhere."“Please, Ana. I c
"I will," I ran my fingers through my hair and plonked on the bed, feeling the soft mattress sink beneath me. The weight of the day's emotions pressed down on me and made even the simple act of sitting up feel like a monumental task."I just need time."Clara's eyes softened with concern, but her vo