Scars Of A Broken Bond

The restaurant was a luxurious haven, boasting a delightful array of decorations. Additionally, a pleasant, subtle fragrance permeated the private rooms, creating a sensory experience that was both soothing and inviting.

At the sight of Rita, Sabrina was reminded of her true identity and felt a weight in her heart. Putting down her bag, she sat expressionlessly across from Rita.

Rita gestured toward the dishes on the table.

“I ordered several dishes. The last time we met, we were short on time for conversation.

This time, let’s savor our meal and engage in unhurried conversation.”

“No, let’s cut to the chase,” Sabrina said, leaning against the back of the chair, indicating her impatience with Rita.

“Bettie and I can forgive Brady. But you need to demonstrate your sincerity.”

to maximize her benefits since they sought to resolve

her eyebrows. She was a little surprised by Sabrina’s words. Smiling,

course, Sabrina. You are indeed smart. Don’t worry,

room began to feel

glanced up and realized that the

inquired, “So, what do I gain from this? In other words, how

knowingly. She reached for her handbag and extracted a credit card from it. She placed it on the rotating table and gently nudged it

table turned, the card stopped in

and

no PIN. An ATM is next to the