𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐘 Everhart doesn't trust fate. After life took away her chance at a happy family, how could she? It isn't until she is forced to move to Brooklyn in 1936 that things begin to unexpectedly look up. She meets two city boys, forming a friendship...
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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE ❝ it's always been you ❞
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THE NEXT NIGHT, Lucy and Peggy were chatting and laughing together as they got all dolled up in Peggy's quarters.
Lucy leaned closer to the mirror as she finished applying her lipstick, lightly dabbing a tissue between her lips before stepping back and observing her reflection. She was wearing one of Peggy's dresses, a soft purple one that Lucy loved.
Satisfied with her look, she turned to Peggy and spun around dramatically. "What do you think?"
Peggy, who was wearing a deep red dress to match her shade of lipstick, chuckled as she watched Lucy twirl. "I think that Sergeant Barnes is going to drool over you in that dress. That man worships the ground you walk on."
