Stressed with life. That is how Regina Mills would tell you she is doing, if asked, completely stressed. It was enough working for her mother at her Law firm, Mills and Gold. But now that her sister had decided to work there, she could not stand her days entering that office and dealing with cases.
The only safe haven she had was her home. Her wonderful, apartment that overlooked the main Boston central area. It warmed her soul, when she had reached her door, the numbers reading 108. Mail in hand did she open the door, slip out of her shoes and begin to read about her mail.
Junk…bills…a subscription to DSW, she will defiantly buy those heels that have caught her eye on sale…oh look more bills…credit card ads…and a letter. What a minute a letter? Who would write her a letter.
You have to understand Regina Mills may be a successful lawyer, graduated top of her class from Harvard but she didn't have many friends. In fact she only had two friends Tink or her actual government name Rose, but call her that and she will punch you and Kathryn Nolan. Those were her two best friends, so who on earth was going to write her a letter. Who even wrote letters anymore?
Deciding to ignore the letter, she tossed aside the mail and got ready for a night out with her two friends.
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One drink to many with her girls and she had disclosed the mysterious letter that had arrived at her house. Tink had squealed, Kathryn took another shot before joining Tink in squealing and Regina simply rolled her eyes and wondered why did she hang out with those two.
She needs new friends.
"You have to open it!" Tink screeched.
Kathryn nodded in agreement. "Yes, open it. You never know Regina, it may be some guy suddenly walking into your life."
Regina scoffed, like that was going to happen. "When did this become a braid hair sleepover, gossip about boys moment?" she asked, wondering when can she leave. The buzz of the alcohol was not letting her stand nor think clearly anymore.
"Oh c'mon Regina, live a little. Man your mother has really done a number on you," Tink said sipping on her apple martini.
Regina rolled her eyes. "She has not." Let's not mention Cora's whole lecture love is weakens, power is all. Yeah maybe her mother has demented her mind but she will not open that letter. Nope. No. noo.
Having finally gotten both Tink and Kathryn in taxi's did she get home, barely being able to stand on her feet. Not to mention the lure of the white envelope called her, wanted her to open it.
So she did.
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'To you.
It is extraordinary how I am writing to you. I must be bloody pissed on several Jack Daniel shots to have even considered writing to you…"
Oh look he happened to be drunk as well, Regina thought continuing on to read the letter.
"…Anyway, I wanted to tell you should you read this letter, that you woman, yes you have wrecked my heart, you wretched woman. Not only did you take into consideration my feelings the day you told me you'd be leaving me for Nottingham, him of all people! But then a month later I find out your pregnant and with my child.
You are a foul being.
Anyway that is all I've wanted to say. And if you wish to write me, don't expect an answer back. I will not be around for much longer.
Yours Truly,
Locksley.
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Regina wondered what did this Locksley person mean by he wouldn't be around. Was he moving to another state, country? Clearly he's not from Boston, no one uses the words bloody pissed here.
As she had gone to sleep, it plagued her mind. Just what did he mean by that. What could he mean?
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Authors note.
I couldn't get this off of my mind. Let me know if I should continue it?
Do you want to know what Robin meant, will Regina answer him back?
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