Disclaimer: They're not mine. I do not claim them. And...um...gum?
There it was again. She couldn't say she was surprised. Well, I could, but it wouldn't be true.
A simple, white envelope with a New York return address sat before her. The last time she opened one, it had lied to her.
Paper can't lie. But the person who wrote on it could. He could lie very well, indeed.
Everyone picks their own poison. She'd already chosen hers years ago.
Dear Ann,
It looks like I've broken another promise. Or, rather, I've broken the same promise twice.
I should congratulate you on your engagement. Prince Richard seems like a charming man. I hope he's good to you. You deserve the best, Ann.
I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier about Andrea. I just didn't think you would still like me after all those years. We're doing well here in New York. I have a daughter now. Her name is Angela. Guess who she's named after.
Since this is a letter about breaking promises, I suppose I'll break another one. There were two things I wanted to tell you last time in Rome. You already know one of them. You can stop reading now, if you want to.
She did. She stopped and tore the letter into small pieces and threw them to the ground in anger and frustration and tears.
He had reduced her to tears.
Of course I still like him.
She had the Countess get amaid to sweep up the pieces, and retired to her room.
Well, what if he said he loved you? Too late to know now. Too. Late.
She had enough experience in the world not to assume, but she could...postulate.
Oh, endless possibilities! What if he meant to say "I'm allergic to cucumbers"?
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