#Chapter 150: A Home Cooked Meal

Ella

Two days after the engagement party, I found myself pacing the cobbled pathways of the downtown farmer’s market, a canvas bag slung over my shoulder.

The sun was just starting to rise, casting a golden light over the market stands brimming with fresh produce, homemade jams, and fragrant bouquets of flowers. Today was the day. Logan was coming over for dinner, and my plan was to make him realize how good life could be in my modest apartment.

I hated to say it, but it wasn’t necessarily out of the goodness of my heart. I couldn’t exactly tell Logan that I had to cut him off because his brother’s fiancee had hitmen trained on both me and my sister, so this felt like my only option. It was all part of the larger scheme to shift the family fortune to Harry, protect my sister, and give Marina what she wanted.

I was just reaching for a head of cabbage when my hand brushed against someone else’s. I looked up, and my eyes met a familiar sight. It was Devon, the guy who I had mir