—Mabel—
Bliss coursed through me as I climbed down from the car and walked down the red carpet.
I didn't realize that little things like a phone call could stir something I thought I’d buried all these years.
“Ms. Parker! A shot please,” a photographer called out to me.
Smiling, I posed for the press. A glance here. A glance there.
Their cameras flashed, but I was lost in my thoughts. All I could think about was the sound of his voice, the way he said my name like it still meant something.
Oh! And his last words before I ended the call.
My gown swept the red carpet as I resumed walking, the night breeze caressing my skin.
I wondered if he was here already. Would he appear charming as always?
Then I looked up and saw him standing on the grand terrace like a male lead from a James
