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    London Lights Chapter Three


    She stood up and walked over to her desk. Picking up her Blackberry she flicked through the address book. Tapping her way through she noticed Ceres’ number.


    “Should I?” As much as she disliked her ex, Scarlet really didn’t want to spend her last night as a 24 year old alone. That’d just be tragic. She quickly flicked past Ceres’ details, scanning down the screen.


    “Ed Jones…..Eddie Lewis…..Edie Nesbitt” Scarlet took a deep breath and flattened her hair. Sitting down at her Laptop she clicked the button on her phone.


    “Edie Nesbitt….Dialling”


    Bettes House:


    I look around Bettes lounge, my friends are mostly asleep. Bette had sneeked off to bed around 12:30, Tasha and Alice hadn’t been far behind. They ducked off into the guest bedroom as soon as they thought it was polite. Jenny had gone back to our house soon after.


    I’ve spent the last 3 hours laying on Bettes couch, trying to sleep, problem was my mind wouldn’t shut off. I felt like I was drowning in my thoughts. My brain went from stressing over this London Trip, to worrying about Shay and then of course, to her. She was never far from my thoughts, especially at night.


    I lift myself up, off the sofa and to my feet. My mouth feels so dry, I need some water. I head to the kitchen, reaching for a glass and turning the tap on full.


    “Nervous about tomorrow?” I feel a hand on the small of my back and jump back in fright.


    “Shit, Bette! You scared me”


    “Sorry. I can’t sleep either. Want some hot chocolate?” Bette gave me a concerned smile and held up a large blue mug.


    “Yeah sure” I gulped down my glass of water and sat down at the table. “Why can’t you sleep then?”


    “You tell me, I’ll tell you” Bette winked at me and warmed the milk on the stove.


    “Oh I dunno….A few things. I’m so out of my depth with this Hugo Boss stuff” I pat my head, trying had not to make eye contact with Bette. She could tell when I was avoiding something.

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    1. LDS, I think your story is going someplace, I’m really enjoying reading it. I think you should have Bette buy something really nice for Tina in London. Thank you

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