SABRINA MORALES
“Our bride-to-be is back!”
One of my staff chorused and the rest of them started clapping and cheering.
I stood at the door of my studio, heart pounding both in fear and painful nostalgia.
I couldn't bring myself to take a step in.
I had regretted a lot of things in life, but pnothing hurt me like lying to Violet.
I was so close to banging my head on a call in a show of painful regret.
Violet walked up to me. Her lips were stretched fully, eyes shining with pure joy.
“Welcome back, Sabrina,” Violet said and hugged me.
I had two options. To tell them the truth and destroy their view of Alex. That would bring this entire celebration to the most abrupt end.
Or, I could play cool. I could take the congratulations and keep it moving.
I had kept the truth from the
