If Corrine is completely honest, she hasn't taken much time to meet her neighbors since coming home to Siren Cove. Her house is sheltered, at the top of the waterfront cliff, and while there are other homes around, it had been all too easy to stay perched in her own (not-so-little) castle. But its a new dawn and a new day now. After all that happened, after the relapse, she swore to turn things around. To get closer to the girl she was when she was Corrine Flynn, America's Darling - not Fallen Flynn with enough tragic baggage to launch her very own soap opera.
At the height of her career, Corrine had a very simple routine. Wherever she was, whomever she was with, she would wake up with the sun. Run 3 miles along the most scenic route, with a half hour yoga break in between. She started back up the morning after rock bottom. Has built up her strength each day since. She feels healthier, more radiant, more herself again.
She's looping back to her house at the end of her run, sports bra, sweatpants, ponytail bouncing behind her, and the beautiful glisten that manages to grace celebrities when working out that leaves most others looking like drowned rats. She slows to take a sip from her water bottle when she sees him. Maybe its the perfectly toned muscles that catch her eye, or the vague familiarity of someone she probably knew in passing, in the shared past of Siren Cove.
Corry raises her hand in a wave, wipes the water from her lip, jogging in place as she turns to him. "Hello there!" Its as good a time as ever to meet the neighbors.
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At the height of her career, Corrine had a very simple routine. Wherever she was, whomever she was with, she would wake up with the sun. Run 3 miles along the most scenic route, with a half hour yoga break in between. She started back up the morning after rock bottom. Has built up her strength each day since. She feels healthier, more radiant, more herself again.
She's looping back to her house at the end of her run, sports bra, sweatpants, ponytail bouncing behind her, and the beautiful glisten that manages to grace celebrities when working out that leaves most others looking like drowned rats. She slows to take a sip from her water bottle when she sees him. Maybe its the perfectly toned muscles that catch her eye, or the vague familiarity of someone she probably knew in passing, in the shared past of Siren Cove.
Corry raises her hand in a wave, wipes the water from her lip, jogging in place as she turns to him. "Hello there!" Its as good a time as ever to meet the neighbors.