Leila nudged her gently, a playful smile on her face. “And now, my dear, it’s time to celebrate! We’re in Paris, after all. Let’s go out for lunch and toast to your new beginning.”
As Sabrina walked down the street with friends, she allowed herself to be swept up in the excitement building within her. Before her out there on the horizon rose the Eiffel Tower itself, its smooth curves a proclamation of beauty and power to be employed in all designs.
They joked and laughed over lunch, telling stories of the events that brought them to where they were then. Wendy thought about her childhood, her dreams, and how far she came for those dreams. Leila listened attentively, radiating respect.
And then, reaching across the table, Wendy took Sabrina's hand in hers, as her voice grew gentler, tain
