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

“You should go.”

Sabrina’s laugh was dry, humorless. “And how’s that working out for you? Showing up at my door at midnight?” Sabrina Carpenter Good Luck- Babe- -Chappell...

Chappell didn’t flinch. She just smiled—sad, knowing, infuriating. “Good luck, Babe.” “You should go

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?” infuriating. “Good luck

“What do you want me to say?” Sabrina whispered.