16

Vivian

Hazel...

Those were the color of Nate Stuart's eyes and yet this was the first time I was fully noticing that he had blue surrounding the green and the brown, all a swirl and the more I looked at his eyes, the more I saw how sad they were.

Nate cleared his throat and left the stifling space that he had been occupying, walking straight to the bed as he uncuffed his plaid shirt, rolling his sleeves and exposing arms that I only remembered in my dreams or by mistake and I shook my head.

"My grandfather and yours made a pact, even before we were born," he said and I raised a brow.

"They were some kind of best friends who didn't want their legacy of continued friendship to die and so they decided to embroidery it into a seam of arranged marriage," he said and I scoffed.

"I Know the history Nate," I said but Nate only gave a small frown and heaved a good sigh which was odd since Nate wouldn't go down without a fight

"Look, you know I don't like this marriage," he s