Sabrina Carpenter Good Luck- Babe- -chappell... May 2026

And Sabrina stood alone in the vanilla-and-burnt-sugar silence, wondering why that phrase finally sounded like a goodbye she wasn’t ready to say.

“The one about you.”

“Which one? You release a new one every time I turn around.” Sabrina Carpenter Good Luck- Babe- -Chappell...

Sabrina stood up slowly, brushing dust off her jeans. “You don’t get to write songs about me and then show up here like nothing happened.” Sabrina Carpenter Good Luck- Babe- -Chappell...

Chappell tilted her head. “You haven’t asked me to leave yet.” Sabrina Carpenter Good Luck- Babe- -Chappell...

“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.”