Goodbye, My Love

With a helpless shrug, Loraine joined Jennie, accepting the offered drink. As she took a tentative sip, her mind drifted into contemplation.

Waving her hand to catch Loraine’s attention, Jennie voiced her concern, “Something’s off, Lorrie. You seem different! What’s up?”

Easing Jennie’s hand away, Loraine sighed, “We’re in a Bryant Group property.”

Taken aback, Jennie responded, “The Bryant Group owns such vast assets?

They’re wealthier than I assumed.”

This high-end hotel was a preferred choice for the affluent to host their celebrations. Despite frequent visits, Jennie was unaware of its ownership. Her introduction to this venue came from Cayson.

curiosity bloomed in Jennie. Did he know this was a

assumed he didn’t. If he did, he wouldn’t have brought

were interrupted by a knock at

“Lorrie, are you ready?”

and guided Jennie

the door, a soft white

few locks of hair fell in front of

a lush bouquet of red roses he’d been concealing, and presented it to Loraine

this from Cayson.

Angela’s Library

of those roses sparked memories of similar ones Marco

consider these flowers as a token of friendship. Don’t read too