Sleazy and about to do something criminal. He reminds me of the rich gangsters from those classic films my mom used to watch. His styled hair is slicked back, and a large gold watch is prominent on his wrist. His expensive pinstriped suit is flawless, and it looks as if he just put it on. Now he's all business, looking as if he’s come from a serious meeting. He isn't the relaxed, just off work guy he was when he picked us up from the mall. Now he resembles the man from the articles I researched the previous week, suave and handsome. Arabella's fiancé looks different than when I last saw him. I'm in the office only a few minutes before Jack walks in and interrupts my work. My main goal was to publish a novel, or multiple novels. Writing had always been my career of choice. I was writing a lot for a local blog¾something unchanged from my memories. When she's tucked into bed, I go over to her office, ready to dive into my most recent project, an upcoming post on the social scene in our city, the very scene Arabella is a major part of. Arabella keeps every detail locked up tight. Despite being maid of honour, I have been given very little information about it all. The lunch was a chance to discuss the upcoming wedding that is only a couple of weeks away. Now, I’m certain it's more than a calming tactic. I’d tried voicing my concern about her drinking at lunch, but she brushed it off as stress. The following day, I help a drunken Arabella into her bed after another liquid lunch, one at which I'm glad I didn't drink much.
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