Scars Of A Broken Bond

After she dressed up, Sabrina signaled her approval with a thumbs up.

Admiring her reflection in the mirror, Bettie couldn’t help but beam with satisfaction.

She nudged Sabrina toward the mirror, insisting, “Your turn now. We’ve got to dazzle them tonight!”

As evening settled, there was already a buzz in the room as old friends gathered.

Years had passed since their Last reunion. Some bragged about their latest achievements, while others flaunted their stunning significant others. A few had even brought their partners for introductions.

With confidence, Bettie led the way. She double-checked her room number, gave her appearance one last glance, and made her entrance with all the grace and poise of a proud queen.

matching elegance, trailed closely

the newcomers. Eyes of varying emotions—astonishment, curiosity, and some judgment—lLanded

her!” a man sitting on the sofa at the

eyes darted around the room, locking onto him. “Roland Wagner?

name settled, recognition dawned on many faces. “Bettie?

us over

a boyfriend yet, Bettie?” a man asked in a loud

classmates all

responded, grinning, “Boyfriend?

who’s the stunner with