Broken Hearts

in front of her large closet, Gabby squeezed h

ing there was appropriate for a dinner. You would think with all the money she had, she would have a

with other big names. But no, Laila had called this morning to inform her they were a

ion big names. Right. If she constantly said that to herself, maybe she could make it through this evening

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irs. It must be Andrew, no one else would drop by unannounced. She peeked at the security ca

"May we come in?" Andrew asked "Oh, um, sure". Though a bundle of questions pinged off her skull, she stepped back granting them entrance. "I am sorry if I forgot you were coming over with someone. I don't recall you mentioning..." "Why am I not shocked? Well if you must know I am a stylist" Gabby wondered how she hadn't immediately guessed her identity. Though her name sounded different from what she

d be able to style my outfits too." "Please, before you say no—which I know you will say" Andrew said, "I admit that my mode of approach was wrong but my heart is in the right place l promise, I wanted you to look your be

er be gorgeous outfits" she muttered. Andrew walked ahead of them carrying the lu

looked different. Though at the start was angry with Andrew for bringing Jemima she felt li

r four years, that memory still made her want to crumble on her knees, it devastated her. "Gabby?" Jemima interrupted her thoughts Gentle hands placed on Gabby's shoulders. "You look beautiful" "Thank you so much, for all your help. I can't believe you did this in an hour, I don't think I would have been able to pull it off. "Please" Jemima scoffed, "I was just doing my job" Jemima

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out drawing in a breath, she halted, and looke