Game Over No Second Chances

The next afternoon, Sarah arrived at Sky Terrace, dressed in a flowing dress,

oversized sunglasses, and a wide-brimmed hat, looking every bit like a foreign

tourist on vacation.

As the clock struck tea time, her two best friends strolled in, both dressed to the

nines in chic, designer-style dresses. They took a seat at the next table,

separated from Sarah only by a row of potted flowers and a thin glass divider.

Their voices carried easily across.

Sarah had purposely ordered the most expensive dessert on the menu. She'd

been ready to enjoy the sweet moment and maybe flaunt a little.

But then, a snort of laughter came from behind the flowers.

"Sarah really thinks she's Mrs. Larson now? I heard the only reason that

engagement even happened is because she's pregnant. The Larson family

couldn't stand her before that."

"Well, what did they expect? Everyone knows what she and Cole got up to on that

island. Half the men there probably saw everything.

"Cole's a known playboy, and she's just as slutty. Honestly, they're a perfect match

-trashy, but perfect. Not exactly marriage material, though."

A round of snickering followed.

her wine glass. Just yesterday,

with congratulations online. Was this what they

her?

prize either. Sarah definitely married

her sister marry Hugh Larson? Just a few days

a foreign firm. The guy tried to play games with the

before

to Sarah's engagement

ruthless. There's no doubt about that.

for pet supplies with Serena. He came straight from a formal event

still in his seven-figure custom suit as he carried a cat

He even let the

tightened until

her engagement party, but he had time

that bitch, Serena, and

supposed to have

came another jab. "Honestly, there's no comparison. The Larson

to all their big

respects her.

just

With

less. The woman's

and Mr. Larson are a power couple. They're cold,

perfectly matched."

came another

listen anymore.

to get

asked,

your

away. But

and something in