Tara’s POV I brushed my hands against the cushions covering the circular booth. Somehow, the seats were softer than my own bed. By the time my mind had returned from the upper hemisphere following the many heart racing events unfolding in a singular day, my daughter and I were seated in a private room within some Michelin restaurant. My supposedly good and trustworthy friend Bella that had promised to be by my side through hell and back, had mysteriously vanished. Right before I followed Abby into the backseat of Soren’s ridiculous car, she had grabbed me by the arm and pulled me close. “I have to go sell this shirt for a hot buck,” Bella whispered into my ear. “Seize the day while you still can, honey. Do it for me if not for you, your sad face is giving me grey hairs.” Bella gave me a final teasing look before my whirlwind of a friend disappeared into thin air. Seize the day obviously referred to a certain Mr. Hawthorne and his soul snatching blue eyes, but I could not even loo
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