The Lucky One

Chapter Sixty Three

Sandra and Jennifer, two city slickers, sauntered down New York's bustling streets, their footsteps echoing amidst the urban symphony. The city's vibrant energy seemed to invigorate their spirits as they navigated the maze of towering skyscrapers and bustling crowds. The towering skyscrapers, clad in glass and steel, seemed to pierce the sky, their reflections shimmering in the sunlight. Below, the streets were a hive of activity, with people from all walks of life hurrying about their business.

"So you found your necklace that you lost in Cate's place years ago worn by Lou?" Jennifer asked, trudging her way amidst the busy crowd, "Are you out of your damn mind? Why would you believe Lou is not Cate? And the fuck that you hired investigators and those men found out she didn't have any records in the country?"

Sandra nonchalantly took a bite of her crepé, "She doesn't have the tattoo."

Jennifer hissed at the other brunette's answer. She could not really fathom what's running into Sandra's head, but all she could think at that very moment was how naive and dumb her best friend was. The brunettes stood and waited by a streetlight, waiting for it to light green as they readied to cross one of Timesquare's highways.

"What do you mean tattoo?" Jennifer inquired, looking seriously at Sandra who was at the time, busy watching the apparition of yellow cabs and people in the city she had missed the most, "Hello? Are you even listening to me?"

"Cate tattooed my name." The brunette started as she turned to her side, finally looking at Jennifer, "Lou and I fucked. She does not have my name on her skin. Not even a single --" Sandra cut off her own mumbling as the streetlight turned green, and amongst the crowd beside them, she walked to cross the hallway, almost leaving Jennifer with her jaw dropped.

"What?" Her best friend jested, half running to cross the highway, half chasing Sandra too, "You too fucked? Like? Really? When? Why didn't I know about it? Why did it ---"

"Really, bestie? I told you about the revelation of the tattoo and all you got was the fact that we fucked?" A scoff and an honest giggle escaped Sandra's lips, shaking her head as she watched her best friend's unfathomable expression, "And yes, we did. We fucked."

"You nasty doctor..." The other brunette started to laugh, "Oh my fucking freak! You finally fucked after being celibate for years!"

"Well, it was a great night. Lou was great." The brunette laughed, almost throwing her head back as to which Jennifer joined to laugh at the sentiment too. 

It was great to see each other again. Both of them had immensely missed each other so much, that despite Sandra's broken heart, their laughter still echoed amidst the city's cacophony. Lost in their conversation, they hadn't noticed the growing crowd gathering around a towering billboard.
Suddenly, the world seemed to hold its breath. A hush fell over the crowd as a video began to play on the colossal screen. A familiar face appeared - Jennifer saw it first as she was the one facing it and when she did, the video sent shivers down Jennifer's spine.

"Holy shit." Jennifer muttered, her face pale as she hung her mouth in shock.

Sandra saw the transition of her best friend's demeanor. Curious as to the sudden hush and Jennifer's widened eyes, she slowly turned to look at the billboard above. On the screen, the pair of blue eyes she had looked into a thousand times, peered. The world literally stopped and everyone gathered to watch. For most people, Cate Blanchett, who suddenly vanished almost seven years ago, was the one on screen, but for Sandra, the woman on screen was Lou.

"Oh my goodness! Is that Cate?"

"Fucking hell, that is Cate Blanchett!"

"She's alive?"