Sabrina
“I am so glad you came.” I said as I took a sip of my drink and carefully masked the bitter grimace threatening to break across my face.
Getting Wendy out of that mansion today had been like pulling teeth. I practically had to guilt-trip her into it, playing the card of the neglected, worried best friend who just wanted to treat her to lunch at Le Petit Bijouhi which was our old, favorite French bistro downtown.
The 'old' Wendy used to love this place. We would sit at this exact corner booth for hours, drinking expensive wine and plotting her grand escape from Reed’s golden cage.
But the woman sitting across from me today was practically glowing.
She was dressed in a soft, elegant cashmere sweater. She was lacking the exhausted look she had carried for the last five years.
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