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

Sabrina closed her eyes. For a second, she let herself feel it—the want, the grief, the stupid, stubborn love she’d been choking down for months. Then she opened her eyes and stepped back.

“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.” Sabrina Carpenter Good Luck- Babe- -Chappell...

“I’m always busy,” Sabrina replied without looking up. “What do you want?” Sabrina closed her eyes