NovelFinish"You know, now that you mention it, I do remember you used to have a really nice camera back in high school. But then I don't think I ever saw you taking pictures after that." "It was in my junior year. I actually got into a huge fight with my mom over it. She got so upset she had a stroke- half her body went numb. Thank God we got her to the hospital in time, and after surgery and srehab, she made a full recovery. After that, though, I put the camera away and buried myself in my medical textbooks." Briony hadn't expected a story like that.
She didn't really know what to say about Scarlett's decision.
After all, that was Stella's mother.
"So what are you planning now?" Briony asked.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I've been out of the hospital for over four years. Even if I went back, it'd take ages to get used to it all again. Instead, I figure, why not take this chance to be true to myself and actually chase my dreams for once?" "I think you should!" Briony encouraged her. "Start over, pick a new major, or even teach yourself—it doesn't matter. If you're passionate about something, you'll pick it up twice as fast." "That's exactly what I think! Tomorrow I'm going to dig out my old camera from the attic. It's been years, but there are still so many photos on it, most of them of you!" "Me?" Briony laughed, surprised. "Are you saying you were secretly taking pictures of me?" "Because you're gorgeous!" Stella threw her arms around Briony. "Bryn, you have no idea how photogenic you are! Sometimes I wish I swung the other way-if I did, I'd totally try to seduce you and turn you! If we were together, there's no way that jerk Stewart would even be a problem." Briony: "..." They spent the rest of the night talking, the conversation stretching out until almost three in the morning, when sleep finally crept up on them.
After a yawn, they each rolled over and drifted into a deep sleep.
Late at night, at THE WORLD-the biggest nightclub in Northborough.
James stepped out of his white Range Rover, tossing his keys to the valet at the entrance.
He strode toward the doors, long legs eating up the pavement, phone pressed to his ear. On the line was his friend, too heartbroken and drunk to drive, waiting for him to pick him up.
"I'm here. Where are you?" James asked.
His friend's voice was slurred. "I'm at THE WORLD... just wandering THE WORLD. Nobody wants me, man, nobody—" James pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I'm so miserable, James. You're fuck for staying single. Love is fucking toxic, man... What even is love anyway? Just suffering and-" Aretching sound interrupted him. James stopped in front of the entrance, closed his eyes, and took a steadying breath. Through gritted teeth, he said, "Joseph Holland, where the hell are you?" A new voice con the line, polite and calm. "Good evening, sir, I'm a staff member at THE WORLD. Your friend is at Bar Three on the first floor. He's not doing too well, so if you could cget him as soon as possible..." James rubbed his temples. "I'm on my way. Please keep an eye on him." "Of course." Ending the call, James walked inside.
He was headed straight for Bar Three when, out of the corner of his eye, he e.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmcaught sight of a familiar figure. He paused, turning his head for a better look.
A woman, dressed in a daring outfit, and her waist her makeup bold and her waist bare, was pressed close to a man whose large hand was resting possessively at her side. James's gaze narrowed as he recognized the man-Barrie.
And just as the woman turned her head, James got a clean look at her face. Lorna.
She and Barrie? Seriously? Did that mean Stewart was being cheated on?
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