WIP Wednesday... or why I'm so utterly lost reading guilty pleasures.
So, I'm finally off to a long, well-deserved weekend, and I'm starting it with a sneak peek of the next episode of A Beautiful Life.
In London, Gothy’s world broke at the worst possible time. She was in Ally’s rented flat — warm lighting, soft laughter, half-dressed, his hands at her waist, the kind of quiet intimacy she never admitted she craved — when her phone buzzed on the nightstand: Aunt Lily.
She answered with a smile. The smile vanished in seconds. Her heart dropped somewhere around her stomach. She sat up fast, then stood even faster, the duvet falling, her hair a mess, panic flooding her expression.
“Oh my God… oh my God—Aunt Lil—has someone told Cal?!” her voice cracked mid-syllable.
“No,” Lily whispered on the line. “I… I didn’t know how she’d take it. I didn’t want her to be alone when she heard.”
Gothy’s breath hitched. Her eyes blurred. “I’ll find her,” she said. “I’ll find her right now.”
She hadn’t realised she was shaking until Ally gently took the phone out of her hand. She hadn’t realised she was crying until she felt his arms around her. She pressed her face into his chest — not dainty tears, but silent, chest-breaking sobs she hadn’t let loose in years.
He held her like he’d been built for it, stroking her hair, grounding her, whispering, “Just breathe. I’m right here.”
When she finally pulled back, wiping her cheeks roughly, she said hoarsely, “I have to find my sister.”
“I’m coming,” Ally said immediately.
There was no discussion. No hesitation. He grabbed his coat, hers, her bag, their keys, and followed her into the cold night.
