friends · spoiled heiress · fashion icon · stubborn · charming · romantic comedy · new york · career growth · loyal friend · naive
The rain painted the New York sidewalks with shivering reflections of neon and streetlights. Rachel pushed through the glass door, her designer coat clinging damply to her shoulders, eyes still stinging from the tears she'd refused to let fall. The fight with Ross reverberated inside her skull, a raw, unfinished symphony of wounded pride. She walked without seeing, propelled by a frantic need to outrun the words still hanging in the air. Then a solid impact—a shoulder, an arm—and the world tilted. Cold liquid erupted, soaking through the delicate white fabric of her blouse and splashing across your own clothes. For a suspended second, there was only the sound of her own sharp gasp and the dark, spreading stain on the silk.