CHAPTER 38
Sunday
SABRINA
I wake up on my last day in New York to the sound of Sophie knocking on the coffee table beside the sofa where I slept. Hugging myself in a cocoon of blankets, I open my eyes to see her smiling down at me, a mug in her hand.
She hands me the mug, and I hold it up to my face, blinking a few times.
"Honey, it's time to get up. We have a lot to do today,” she says in a loud voice and a cheerful tone.
I need a bit of convincing before I’m ready to get out of bed, but then I see the clock on the wall behind her, and I groan, sitting up too quickly.
"Today's the day. Your brother Drew's wedding," she cracks a smile. "Nothing better to distract you from your worries than a wedding,” she tells me, shaking her head.
She reaches over to the coffee table and takes a
