I am currently enjoying the beaches of New Jersey as we say goodbye to summer this Labor Day Weekend.
Carrie and I invite you to read the newest chapters in our story of choices and paths you choose.
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Gabby knew it’d been too good to be true. For almost two months she’d been able to keep the two worlds she was living in a secret from everyone and in hindsight she realized that it was about time someone finally caught her.
She’d been bouncing from galas and fundraisers, dressing the socialites that were attending and playing the dutiful fiancé of the future governor of New York in one life and in the other she was blissfully happy to order Chinese or find some small out- of- the- way places where she could spend time alone with Seth. Lately, she’d been feigning migraines more often or blaming a difficult customer and a late appointment so that she could be excused from the political circus that Steven had no choice but to be part of. She attended just enough of the festivities to calm the rumor mills and make sure that she was seen as a loyal and involved part of the Taylor clan.
Thankfully it hadn’t been photographers for The Post or The Times that had discovered her and Seth mid-clench in that little bistro in SOHO last week. Nope, instead Gabby had desperately tried to pull her skirt back down over her thighs and adjust her blouse as she took in Libby and their friend Trent standing slack jawed and shaking their heads in disbelief at their display in the corner booth.
Trent was a buyer for Michael Kors who was simply too good looking to be straight, so it was a good thing he wasn’t. Once he’d tsked-tsked his way past her to insert himself between them in the small booth, all the while winking and making the blush in her cheeks seep down into her v-neck, he’d presented his hand to Seth.
“Well, well, well. Hello handsome. “
Seth got a deer in the headlights look on his face as he shook Trent’s hand, straining to lock eyes with her.
“It’s okay.” She soothed reaching for his hand across the table.
“Oh yes,” Trent agreed, his blonde hair bouncing across his eyes as he nodded, ‘everything is a-okay.”
“So Gabs, who’s your friend?” Trent asked.
But before Gabby could find her own voice it was Libby’s that thundered inside the cozy café, “Yeah, Gabby,” she hissed , “who the hell is this?”
Gabby flinched at question and obvious hurt in her best friend’s voice.
She looked up at Libby and whimpered, “I’ve been meaning to tell you. “
Libby eyes glared at her, “Oh well, if you’ve been meaning to tell me, I guess that’s okay. Next you’ll tell me you’ve been too busy…”
“Oh right, we friggin work together, in the same space, for more than eight hours a day, every day.”
Gabby felt Seth and Trent watching their exchange with a confused mix of worry and interest. She blushed again when Seth tried to defend her, opening his mouth before Trent shut him down by placing his index finger against his own lips, “Shhh, this isn’t your fight right now my friend.”
“Libby,” she said as she stood up to look her friend in the eyes, “I know you must be angry…”
“Gabrielle, angry doesn’t come close to scratching the surface of what I’m feeling right now. How could you keep something like this, like him” she said pointing at Seth, “from me?”
Tears pricked the corners of her eyes but instead of breaking down, Gabby made her way around Libby and coaxed Seth from the booth. As soon as he was standing Gabby took his hand and looked at her friends, “Libby, Trent; I’d like to you to meet Seth Foley.”
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