Mason said, wrapping Sabrina tightly in his strong arms. She clung to him and tried her best to even her breathing, but she was undeniably an emotional mess. Sabrina wished she could hold back her tears. The last thing she wanted was for Marilyn to have the last laugh by seeing her in despair. Why did I come here? she asked herself. “What did your father’s wife say to you?” Mason asked. “Don’t worry about it.” “I think this needs to be addressed.” “I just want to go,” Sabrina said, looking up at him. She knew that right now, all eyes were on her, and she no longer wanted to give them a show. “If that’s what you want,” Mason said. “It is.” She turned in his arms so that they could walk side by side, avoiding eye contact with the other guests. She held him as he went to their table so that Sabrina could retrieve her purse.
