Chapter 25
Emily
screams and wails. Elizabeth fights and curses. Fear. Surprise. Anger.
Humiliation. Disbelief. Terror. Desperation. Despair. All kinds of
emotions boil inside the plain but always nice and polite Miss Hasting,
part-time librarian, community volunteer, excellent chef, talented
pâtissière, and lead singer of the church choir. She thinks of all her
hopes and longings in life. She thinks of all the things she hates and
loves. All her nightmares and dreams. All her ambitions and failures.
All her glory and pride. All her contributions and sacrifices. All her
hurt. All her pain. All her disappointment. All her shame. All her fake
and forced smiles. All her silent sobs and hidden tears. All her lonely
days. All her empty nights. All her struggles and desperate attempts.
What's so wrong to want to be loved by the man you love?
What's so wrong to want to have something you do not have?
What's so wrong to want to do the right thing and correct the wrong?
What's so wrong to want to step up for yourself and season your tasteless life?
Emily
Elizabeth Rosemary Hasting looks up at heaven seeking an answer, but
all she sees is a blur of shadows and colors. She barks out a shaky
ragged laugh. She has failed her sacred mission. She has lost her
ultimate purpose. She did not manage to kill Stephanie Plum. She did not
manage to kill that tall Cuban. She's not going to have her own Happily
Ever After with her Joseph. Her tall dark lean muscular fun kind
humorous handsome dangerous perfect badass Joseph. She's not going to
sit by his sick-bed and smile her most beautiful charming smile while
watching him eat his cannolis. The best cannolis. The cannolis she now
won't be able to make especially for him...
A drop of crystal tear falls down her cheek. Another one soon follows as her whole body shakes with unbearable sorrow. She's not going to be Joseph Anthony Morelli's Cupcake. His one and only and special and unique Cupcake. His yummy gooey soft fluffy sweet tasty Cupcake...
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