Ryley Blythe picked up a magazine from the mahogany waiting room coffee table. Sitting back, she crossed her legs and adjusted her skirt. Flipping through it, she absentmindedly hummed to herself. Waiting was always difficult for her, she preferred instant results. Finally, three articles and much foot bouncing later, the nurse called her name. Ryley tossed the magazine back onto the coffee table and followed the nurse into another room.
Cynthia's eyes nervously darted around the bar. It's been a while since she's been in Point Place, and the anxiety of running into her first love and best friend, Jack Luck, has her on the edge of her seat. She swore she'd never come back to this place, but her little sister, Chloe, was getting married, and she was the maid of honor. How could she refuse?