Chelsea stretched out across Sabrina's couch. A full day of work had tired her out. Sabrina walked in with two cups of tea and handed one to Chelsea.
"Thanks 'brina." She wafted the sweet smell towards her nose. "Oh god, is that oolong? That's my favorite!"
Sabrina giggled as she sat down. "Yeah...thanks for coming over by the way."
"My pleasure, It's always refreshing to hang out with another lady." Chelsea had put an extra effort into befriending Sabrina when Vaughn started courting her. Part of her wanted to make the lonely girl feel more comfortable. But Chelsea felt guilty about the other part. The part that wanted to be in control of the situation and keep an eye on the couple from both sides. It was a small, but it was there.
"So any town gossip?" Chelsea asked through sips of tea.
"Oh, well...umm. You know me. I don't really get out much."
"Then let me go first. It looks like Pierre's gonna pop the question any day now."
"R-really? That's so wonderful." Sabrina was practically swooning.
"Yeah! I don't know how he puts up with her-don't get me wrong, I love Natalie-but really she can be a handful."
"I guess there's someone for everyone."
Chelsea smiled to herself. "A pot to every lid."
"Have you found your lid?" Sabrina inquired innocently.
"Yeah...um no. No not yet."
"But you're so pretty Chelsea. And so kind. And there must be someone on your mind."
"I don't know. Maybe my standards are too high."
"I could get my father to set you up with one of the men on the board! Some of them are so handsome and successful." Sabrina was on the edge of her seat.
"Did he set you up with any of them?"
"He tried." Sabrina blushed and tugged at her hair. "I'm not...they didn't…"
Chelsea shook her head and smiled. "Then they sound stupid and I don't want anything to do with them."
Sabrina couldn't hide her pleasant surprise. She blushed and fiddled with her teacup in silence.
"So things are getting pretty serious with Vaughn?"
"Oh you know Vaughn." Sabrina put the cup down on the coffee table. "He's pretty hard to read. Well I mean for me anyway. I-I guess you know him like the back of your hand."
Chelsea had forgotten that he was at one point such a mystery. Until Sabrina pointed it out she had taken Vaughn's openness for granted. But she didn't want Sabrina to feel bad about it. "Hey, maybe he's an open book to me, but he wants to share his story with you." Chelsea stretched her arms above her head. "And by story I mean life."
"You-you really think so? Gosh, Chelsea you're so sweet."