Page 92 of Mid-Thirties Slightly Hot Mess Female Seeking Billionaire

"Mom."

"I mean, if I need something and I don't have the money, of course I'll come to you, son, but let me just try this, okay?"

"Okay," I say. "But you know money's no issue. You know I've always got you."

"I know and that's why I love you. You're my safety blanket and I should have been yours."

"You were."

"I hope you know I'm always here for you."

"I know, mom." I get up and walk over to her and give her a big hug. She holds my face and looks at me.

"My handsome, handsome boy. What are you still doing here?"

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Go and get your girl."

"What? Now?"

I look back at Jackson and he's nodding. "In every good romance movie, the guy goes running down the street and finds the girl and declares his love for her, and maybe plays the guitar and sings a song," he says. "I think you should do all of the above."

"You think?"

"Well, maybe not play the guitar and sing a song, but go and find her. Go and apologize. Tell her how you feel."

"I don't even know where she is," I say, biting down on my lower lip.

"I don't know. I'm sure you can figure it out," he says. "I think you know her well enough to know the things she enjoys."

"Well, she enjoys songwriting and singing and..." I laugh. "Dancing on a pole. She takes these pole dancing classes."

"You know where she takes them?" He asks.

I think for a few moments and then think about being at her apartment and looking at the pole when she was dancing. My brain suddenly clicks as I think of a sticker that was on the edge of the pole that had the name of a dance studio.

"I think I may know where she dances, but there's no way that..."

"You never know," he says. "If it's meant to be."

"Am I really going to put my faith in if it's meant to be?" I ask him and he shrugs.

"Do you believe in magic, Ethan?"

I stare at him and then I stare at my mom and shake my head. "No. I don't know that I believe in magic, but I do believe in love, finally. And I do believe in Sarah and I believe in myself, and I believe we're meant to be together. So I'll see you guys later. I love you both, but I got to go and find my girl."

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Sarah

Dear Diary,

Maybe dreams do come true. Even though you know me better than anyone else knows me in the world, I don't think you realize just how much I've been waiting to find my true love. Or maybe I'm deceiving myself. Maybe you knew better than I did just how much I wanted it. If I'm honest, I never thought I'd find someone that was absolutely perfect for me. I never really thought that I would be the sort of woman that would find the dream guy. I'm not blonde and petite. I don't look like a supermodel. I'm not the funniest or the smartest person in the room. But somehow, just somehow, I was enough and I will always be grateful for that. I will always be grateful that I found a man who appreciates every inch of me. Forever and ever, you're one and only,

Smiling Sarah.

"And okay, everyone. I think we're going to end class today." Maribel stands at the front of the room and turns on the lights. "How's everyone feeling?"

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