Sarica pretended not to notice Justina struggling to be free.
One more second...
There.
Sarica made sure to properly share her new fragrance, Eau de Garbage, with Justina before taking a step back. The other woman looked as if she was about to throw up, but Sarica pretended not to see this as well.
"Are you okay?" It was Sarica's turn to feign sympathy. "I'm so sorry for crashing into you...like...that." Her voice trailed off as her mind started working again.
Wait a minute.
She looked at Justina suspiciously. "What are you doing in New York?" More importantly, did Justina come here with Giancarlo, and oh dear God, did these two marry again for another stupid reason—-
"I never got around to apologizing for what happened that day."
Sarica sobered up at Justina's unexpectedly tight tone. "You don't have to say sorry—-"
"Then I won't."
"But if you insist—-"
"I'm not."
"Please, be my guest." Sarica looked at the other woman expectantly.
Justina was starting to look green again, and Sarica was feeling better and better.
"Sorry."
Sarica shook her head. "What was that? I didn't quite hear—-"
Justina glared at her. "Do you want to know why I'm here or not?"
"But honestly, you don't owe me an apology at all," Sarica continued without missing a beat. "I know I look like a sweet fragile princess—-"
"Said no one ever," Justina snapped.
"But I'm actually very tough," Sarica went on, "and I can totally protect myself. So let's consider the slate clean between us, and we can get to discussing why—-"
"Giancarlo's in trouble—-"
Sarica jerked in shock. "W-Why—-"
"Or perhaps I should say he'sstillin trouble because someone forgot to rescind her offer for a million dollars on whoever—-"
Justina stopped speaking since Sarica had already gone running back to Giancarlo.
I hope I'm hearing You right, God.
That day in the airport had humbled Justina. It had forced her to take a good, hard look at herself, and what she saw had made her weep. She had been so proud...for nothing. She had thoughtherself stronger than Sarica...but instead it was the opposite. She had acted like God had abandoned her all these years, but in reality, she was the one who had run away from Him.
Her life had changed since then, and while she was still new to talking to her Father in Heaven—-
I think...I just made You smile.
Didn't I?
Her phone buzzed. It was a text from one of Giancarlo's brothers, confirming that they had received their urgent call for help and was on their way to rescue him. Her lips cracked a smile as she read their message.Mission accomplished.And as she dropped her phone back in the inner pocket of her jacket, that was when she heard it—-
