Untold Love
Not bothering to change last night when she stumbled out of her sister’s car and into her house, she dropped down on top of her bed and prayed that her head would stop spinning soon.
Not.
She barely made it to the bathroom in time to hug the porcelain throne and throw up all that tequila and then struggled back to bed just so she could pass out cold. The perfect end to a disastrous first three decades of her life. According to her mother, at least. Chrissie worked from home as an interior decorator, mostly staging new homes for prospective buyers, and she pulled six figures a year, but did that matter to Dolly Hill? Hell, no. If a woman didn’t have a husband, fiancé, boyfriend, or even
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