SweetAsSuga
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“Venti mocha, double shot of espresso with skim, no cream.” The barista’s voice could barely be heard above the cacophony of the crowded, Manhattan Starbucks.
Pushing through the throng, Laurel Kingston reached for her drink, only to be blocked by a hulking man in a construction vest
.
“God would you get out of my way.” She pushed the man aside, her freshly done French manicure a stark contrast to the man’s neon orange vest. The man stumbled back, surprised at the ferocity of the petite socialite. But Laurel knew how to handle herself and get what she wanted – one glimpse of her when the new Gucci line hit the racks would make a person believe she was a force to be reckoned with.
Her much needed caffeine fix in hand, Laurel glanced around Starbucks then checked her diamond encrusted Cartier watch – a gift from her beloved Aaron, it went quite well with her two carat engagement ring. Jo was late, as usual. Laurel supposed that nineteen months wasn’t enough time to change such habits. It was one of those annoying traits that had fueled the fight between them. At least it fueled Laurel’s side of the fight.
But, now it was time to mend fences. Laurel didn’t want to walk down the aisle without her lifelong friend at her side. If only Jo would show up on time.
Heaving a world-weary sigh, Laurel searched for an empty table, preferably near the window. The Neiman Marcus store across the street caught her eye and a slow grin tugged at the corners of her mouth. If she had to wait for Jo, then she might as well have some fun. Tugging her tan, leather, Prada bag further up her shoulder, Laurel headed out of the Starbucks. Perhaps Jo would finally learn her lesson if she was the one to wait for once.
It hadn't always been tense between the two friends - who had been inseparable since they met in the seventh grade. They used to be so close that one was never without the other. They were one entity: JoandLaurel, LaurelandJo, their names uttered together in one word instead of two. Then, nearly two years ago, after going through all of life's ups and downs together, the two had gotten into a fight so big that there was no coming back from it. What exactly they had fought about, Laurel couldn't remember. The matter had been so small, so forgettable. But it had been fed by years of small annoyances that had finally, in one screaming match, bubbled to the surface.
As she stepped off the sidewalk to cross the street, Laurel's cellphone rang. With her coffee balanced precariously in one hand, Laurel looked down as she walked, digging through the black hole that was her purse. She didn't even notice the taxi racing down the street until the brakes screeched loudly. At that point it was too late. In an instant, her whole world went black.
A Clean Slate
“Venti mocha, double shot of espresso with skim, no cream.” The barista’s voice could barely be heard above the cacophony of the crowded, Manhattan Starbucks.
Pushing through the throng, Laurel Kingston reached for her drink, only to be blocked by a hulking man in a construction vest
.
“God would you get out of my way.” She pushed the man aside, her freshly done French manicure a stark contrast to the man’s neon orange vest. The man stumbled back, surprised at the ferocity of the petite socialite. But Laurel knew how to handle herself and get what she wanted – one glimpse of her when the new Gucci line hit the racks would make a person believe she was a force to be reckoned with.
Her much needed caffeine fix in hand, Laurel glanced around Starbucks then checked her diamond encrusted Cartier watch – a gift from her beloved Aaron, it went quite well with her two carat engagement ring. Jo was late, as usual. Laurel supposed that nineteen months wasn’t enough time to change such habits. It was one of those annoying traits that had fueled the fight between them. At least it fueled Laurel’s side of the fight.
But, now it was time to mend fences. Laurel didn’t want to walk down the aisle without her lifelong friend at her side. If only Jo would show up on time.
Heaving a world-weary sigh, Laurel searched for an empty table, preferably near the window. The Neiman Marcus store across the street caught her eye and a slow grin tugged at the corners of her mouth. If she had to wait for Jo, then she might as well have some fun. Tugging her tan, leather, Prada bag further up her shoulder, Laurel headed out of the Starbucks. Perhaps Jo would finally learn her lesson if she was the one to wait for once.
It hadn't always been tense between the two friends - who had been inseparable since they met in the seventh grade. They used to be so close that one was never without the other. They were one entity: JoandLaurel, LaurelandJo, their names uttered together in one word instead of two. Then, nearly two years ago, after going through all of life's ups and downs together, the two had gotten into a fight so big that there was no coming back from it. What exactly they had fought about, Laurel couldn't remember. The matter had been so small, so forgettable. But it had been fed by years of small annoyances that had finally, in one screaming match, bubbled to the surface.
As she stepped off the sidewalk to cross the street, Laurel's cellphone rang. With her coffee balanced precariously in one hand, Laurel looked down as she walked, digging through the black hole that was her purse. She didn't even notice the taxi racing down the street until the brakes screeched loudly. At that point it was too late. In an instant, her whole world went black.