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Stories During Class: Written While Ignoring the Teacher
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Ongoing, First published Oct 18
Paying attention in class... isn't really my thing. So while I pretend to listen, I write most of these stories - short ones, long ones, about love, and about whatever else comes to mind.
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25 parts Ongoing

𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐎𝐅 '𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐒.' Naomi Beaumont and Evelyn Winslow swore they were finished. Four years of silence should have buried what they once had-what they should never have had. Naomi, now a sharp-tongued doctor in Los Angeles, hides behind her career and the fortress of the Beaumont empire. Love is dangerous, and she refuses to touch it again. Evelyn has stayed in her home town with her 'husband' and two daughters, building a life that looks perfect from the outside, even if her heart is still chasing ghosts. When Naomi's younger sister invites them both to her wedding in Italy, fate places them side by side for an entire month on a cruise. Amid the vineyards and narrow streets, beneath starlit skies and whispered family secrets, old wounds reopen-and old desires spark to life. They promised themselves the past was behind them. But some loves don't fade. Some loves bloom again, like butterflies-fragile, inevitable, and impossible to ignore.