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.

Cayson, a sudden curiosity bloomed in Jennie. Did

assumed he didn’t. If he did, he

were interrupted by a knock at the door. Cayson called

“Lorrie, are you ready?”

and guided Jennie

door, a soft white

fell in front of his eyes, softening

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

this from Cayson. Hadn’t he forsaken

Angela’s Library

sparked memories of similar ones

tone, Cayson assured her, “Lorrie, consider these flowers as a token of friendship. Don’t read