116|Karma

When the attack on a famous plastic surgeon in Rock Castle hit all the major news networks late Wednesday night, Natalie hit Tate's Bottle Store opposite her apartment building and bought not one but three bottles of cheap champagne.

She opened one of them—something white and sparkly with a name she couldn't even pronounce— and drank it straight from the bottle when she got home while she danced around to Bellsaints's Karma in her living room.

Happy didn't even come close to the state Natalie was in at that moment.

She was super thrilled—no delighted—no, no, no, the right word was elated— that karma had not only finally paid Paul a visit but had also given him a good taste of his own medicine.

Natalie would never wish the pain of brass knuckles on anyone, but Paul deserved every punch he'd gotten and then some. She was so happy, so grateful to his assailant for taking matters into his own hands when the wheels of justice seemed to be going nowhere fast. If she could meet him, she'd de