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

Chappell tilted her head. “You haven’t asked me to leave yet.”

“Which one? You release a new one every time I turn around.” Sabrina Carpenter Good Luck- Babe- -Chappell...

Sabrina’s laugh was dry, humorless. “And how’s that working out for you? Showing up at my door at midnight?” Chappell tilted her head

Chappell laughed—that sharp, unapologetic sound that used to make Sabrina’s chest ache. Now it just made her tired. “Come on, Babe. ‘You can pretend all you want, but I felt you shiver when I said your name.’ Sound familiar?” Sabrina Carpenter Good Luck- Babe- -Chappell...

“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.”