“I know it’s my fault that I lost you, so please
give me a chance to recapture your heart.”
“That’s
... That’s so moving.”
LOGAN and CHRISTINE
An
hour later, I’m ready. Although everyone warned me against playing with fire, I
can’t let the opportunity to confront Logan pass me by. I wear a coral-colored
chiffon dress that’s not too dressy, but quite sexy. Rather short, it reveals
my tanned legs and highlights my waist. I want to feel confident—especially
after seeing the photos of Sydney, who is, as I feared, a tall blonde with a
gorgeous body.
I
have nothing against blondes or tall women, but with my Rachel Bilson’s cousin
look, I know I don’t have a fighting chance against tall blondes. Even I would
turn around if a Sydney Dallas type walked by me.
Logan
is waiting for m
