Scars Of A Broken Bond

Her father, a journalist, had stood confidently before countless viewers, and she could do the same.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be with you,” Tyrone reassured her, holding her hand, reminiscent of a father bird concerned about his fledgling’s first flight. ©

The live streaming of the press conference was scheduled for 3 p.m. on September 5th.

They had two rehearsals planned for the morning.

Bright and early, Sabrina made it to the venue, she conferred with the staff, ensuring all preparations were accurate and foolproof.

Additionally, she considered contingency plans for any mishaps.

“Ms. Chavez, Ms. Clifford is over there.” An assistant approached Sabrina.

Galilea, positioned near the door, Sabrina instructed,

I brought you a cupcake from Afternoon Time. Got it while passing Maplefield

at the bag. She thought that Galilea was deliberately

fan of their cakes. I couldn’t possibly

for you,”

Sabrina turned to her assistant. “Take her to

studio was teeming with people and other staff members. It was unfitting for Galilea to persist. She

led away for rehearsal by Sabrina’s assistant, she noticed Tyrone entering the studio. Waving

Tyrone ambled over casually, throwing them a

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