text message âď¸ jake đ
[after fifteen minutes of typing and retyping]
Sarah: Hey.
Sarah: Listen, I think I owe you an apology. Correction: I /know/ I owe you an apology.
Sarah: I was acting irrational yesterday and you're right it wasn't my battle to fight but me, being the drama-loving bitch that I am, got involved anyways. I really was thinking about how much I wanted to put Kitty in her place--that wasn't the time to do it. And now I definitely messed everything up with you, Marley, and probably the entirety of the Upper East Side.
Sarah: I don't expect you to forgive me. If I were you, I wouldn't either but it doesn't hurt to try. I want to be a good sister to you Jake. And I know I'm not in Rio de Janeiro or SĂŁo Paulo anymore so I'll act differently. I'm willing to step back and let everything blow over for now.
