“ All that glitters is not good or bad, just run from it. Unlike mother dearest, who took it all and then called it home.”

 

 

              The Brookvilles

 

I walked in the grand foyer and it was empty. Marble et disappointments in the Chandlier hanging 20 doltish feet high.

When really who needs all this when we can’t even be husband and wife in real life?

     We are not even good actors Chance. You are engulfed on Wall Street  and I am bedecked mad in grief. But yet here I stand with my Louis valise armored with loathing, to be back here, Right here where I started.     Gosh this love game is more stupid than my mother and father pretending to have loved Me. Well let’s hand it to them, I once held  a picture of us when she held me for the first time, it was an iconic tragic look in her eyes. Nevertheless, I was still named Sophie Becks. Now well desperately now, I wait for you  my husband to be home from your exhausting chase on Wall Street.    That and your thousand secretaries who would do just anything for you. I know, highly do,  I am the woman who cares not. A moment in life i as a little girl
never
imagined to feel.   So please hurry home, your divorce is being served.After dinner, first we must play our part in civil humanity, In Loubottoms et Chanel, like the beginning except we both look exhausted now.Vite Vite!                       Your loyal wife,          Sophie Becks U2: with or without you

Ps. This piece of madness is
beautiful as I feared I couldn’t write
her as ruthless as i once did. Welcome back darling Sophie
, Book 4.