Sabrina Carpenter Good Luck- Babe- -chappell... | HOT |

And Sabrina stood alone in the vanilla-and-burnt-sugar silence, wondering why that phrase finally sounded like a goodbye she wasn’t ready to say.

Chappell didn’t flinch. She just smiled—sad, knowing, infuriating. “Good luck, Babe.” Sabrina Carpenter Good Luck- Babe- -Chappell...

“The one about you.”

Chappell didn’t answer right away. She wandered into the living room, picked up a framed photo of Sabrina and some guy neither of them remembered the name of, and set it back down. “You heard the new single?” “Good luck, Babe

“I’m not acting like nothing happened.” Chappell stepped closer. “I’m acting like you’re still lying to yourself.” “I’m acting like you’re still lying to yourself

“I want you to stop saying ‘good luck.’” Chappell reached out, brushing a strand of hair from Sabrina’s face. “I want you to admit that luck has nothing to do with it. You’re just scared.”