Abby I always hated the color yellow. To me, it was like the color of a lukewarm stick of butter or jaundice. But everything changed when I was trying to pick out my wedding bouquet. “Dammit. I really had my heart set on those lilies,” I said with a huff. “Now what am I supposed to pick?” “W
“Abby! Good morning,” he says, folding the newspaper up and setting it on the desk. “Come in, come in.” “Morning, Damon,” I say as I step into the room. Damon rises from his chair as I approach. “Do you need something?” he asks. “It’s a bit early—” “This is embarrassing.” I can’t help but chuc
Abby I step out of Damon’s office with the yellow flower still pressed between my fingers. There is a bittersweet smile on my face, but not for the reasons that Damon seems to believe. After all, I’m not really smiling because a handsome prince has just given me a flower. Rather, I’m smiling to
Abby Two lines. My hands shake as I stare down at the test in my hands. Two lines—pregnant. No, more than two lines, if you count the other two tests I’ve taken. Six lines; three positive results. “I just don’t believe it,” I whisper, my eyes misted over with tears. “I… I…” My voice trails o
I’m just about to open my mouth to respond when the intercom connected to the private rooms suddenly buzzes to life. “Chef Abby and staff, please report to the kitchen.” … “Whew. I am beat,” John says, wiping the sweat off of his brow with his towel as we wrap up for the day. “What a long day.
Karl The clock ticks on infuriatingly as I sit in the silent hotel room. Tick, tick, tick. God, I want to rip that thing out of the wall. My fingers, needing some kind of distraction, pick at the loose threads on the bed sheets. But all the while, my eyes are only fixed on one thing: my phone. I
Abby My lips feel raw and sore as I pace back and forth in my room. I’ve been standing here for what feels like hours, chewing at my lips with my phone sitting open to Karl’s contact page on the bed. I need to call him. I know I do. Despite everything, despite our breakup, he’s still the father
Karl “Enjoy the party, sir.” I slip past the front gates with ease, right along with the rest of the well-dressed guests. All around me, a sea of people wander right into the Prince’s estate; I’m just a face in this sea, thanks to the bartender who gave me the information I needed to get in. A