When last we left our heroine, she was enroute from Vegas to the Big Apple. From JFK, she was whisked by limousine to the Barclay Intercontinental, where she began her delightful Christmas weekend.
She met dear friends for dinner at Toqueville's, caught shows (Mama Mia, Avenue Q, The Color Purple, Radio City, to name a few), brunched at Tavern on the Green, and risked life and limb on Canal Street to snap up a few Coach knockoffs for friends.
The lightly falling snow, the tree in Rockefeller Center, the skating rink in Central Park--it could not have been more ideal. But what made it more perfect is this: Cordelia fell in love. (That's him with the stripes...)
(Christmas card to Joe: I am so over you! Happy New Year! Signed, Cordelia)
They skated at Rockefeller Center, window-shopped along Fifth Avenue, lit a candle at St. Patrick's Cathedral. But will the love last? CAN love last between a reckless human heart and one stuffed to bursting with polyfil?
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