EllaWe spent the rest of the ride back to the mansion in silence. I kept grinding my teeth over my frustration with Logan; I hated feeling this way, like I was spiraling out of control. I had thought that telling him would have made me feel better, but after today, I wasn’t so sure.Here I was, having to fight off Marina’s advances, and all the while Logan wouldn’t even tell me what his plan was. He kept assuring me that I was safe, and I believed him, but I hated not
EllaAs the maid walked away, her words kept swirling around in my mind. A networking event? Really?Logan had told me that it was a holiday party, so now that I heard it was really a networking event, I was even more confused.“Great,” I said to my wolf with a sigh as I began to walk away. &l
EllaI stared down at the midnight blue dress in my hands with my brow furrowed.Why was Logan going to such lengths for a networking event? This dress and jewelry was expensive, I could tell; but why? Why buy it for me? He knew I wasn’t the type to expect gifts, and we were not together, so what was his deal?
Ella“Ella… This is Lyra. My ex-girlfriend.”I stood there, completely stunned, as Logan introduced me to the beautiful woman that stood in front of us. She was tall, so much taller than me, with a slender build and striking features. She could have been a model.“Ex-girlfriend?”
EllaWhen Logan and I finally pulled apart, I was left breathless, my head whirling. Logan looked at me expectantly as the music came to an end and the other couples that were dancing around us began to disperse.“Logan, I—”“Just tell me you will,” he said, already taking a step back.
EllaI made my way through the crowd with my wolf’s pull guiding me, weaving between groups of well-dressed partygoers. The soft murmur of conversations and the clinking of glasses filled the air.Up ahead, Logan was engrossed in a discussion with a few businessmen, and I approached him, my heart quickening at the sight of him. He looked so confident and composed, exuding an air of charisma that drew people in.
EllaI watched as Logan and the mysterious man disappeared from view, my unease growing with each step they took. The whole situation left a bitter taste in my mouth, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss. Despite the lively atmosphere of the party continuing around me, I couldn’t help but feel isolated and uncertain.The whole situation was odd. First there was the networking party disguised as a “holiday party”. Then there was the mysterious
LoganAs I made my way up the staircase and away from the glitz and the glamor of the last minute “holiday” party, the sounds of the music and the clinking of glasses faded.But all the while, Ella’s words swirled around inside my head. I kept thinking about her mixed signals tonight, about how wonderful she had felt standing next to me, only for her to remind me that we weren’t together.
EllaThe reception was in full swing, the air filled with the soft sound of music, the clinking of cutlery and champagne glasses, and the pleasant murmur of guests. It was the perfect night, too; the sun had set, and the air outside had cooled to a pleasant temperature as the crickets and cicadas sang.Walking hand in hand with Logan, we approached the multi-tiered wedding cake. It was unbelievably tall, adorned with carefully piped flowers and leaves. There were two little figures at th
EllaThe reception hall was filled with the soft, warm glow of hundreds of candles, and the sound of gentle music filled the space. It really was everything that we had wanted. The wedding planner had outdone herself.“What do you think?” Logan asked, holding my hand as we meandered around the room. “Quite the party, huh?”
EllaThe doors to the chapel opened, and the soft sound of orchestral music filled my ears. This was it; this was the moment. Everything felt like it was moving so fast, and yet somehow it felt as though time was standing completely still at the same moment.I watched as the wedding planner gestured from the sidelines for the bridesmaids and groomsmen to pair up and walk through the doors, preceded by the flower girl—a family friend’s daughter, who looked absolutely precious
Ella“Are you nervous, Ella?” the makeup artist, Jenna, asked as she selected a palette of soft, natural colors that complemented my skin tone.Nervous would have been an understatement. It was the morning of my wedding; the day had finally come, after what had somehow felt like both an eternity and no time at all at the same time.
LoganI sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the little silver key in the palm of my hand.“I should just go and do it,” I whispered, more to myself than to my wolf. “Get it over with, right?”“What’s the worst that could happen?” my wolf added. “It’s
EllaAs I walked into the bridal boutique with my entourage, the little bell on the door chimed and I was immediately greeted with the scent of lavender and the smile of a bridal assistant.Daisy, Moana, Clara, and Sarah were with me; it was just a couple of days after the housewarming party, and our new house felt full to the brim with my family and Clara staying for a while. Not that I minded, though. It was fun having them here, and I was glad to have them all by my side as I tried on
LoganI was enjoying the party, watching with a smile on my face as Clara, Ella, and Sarah exchanged stories, when the sound of my phone ringing suddenly cut through the lively atmosphere.Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I felt my heart lurch in my chest. It was Hartman; I hadn’t heard from him in months. After Marina and Harry had taken off and Devon had been caught, I had paid Hartman for his help—even though our plan wound up being foiled—and that was the end of t
EllaThe months following Logan’s and my engagement was a whirlwind of change. We sold Logan’s mansion to a wealthy family from out of the area, and before I knew it, we were moving into our new home.It was a 1920s Spanish-style home, with warm stucco walls and breezy windows. The first floor was open concept, and I could already picture all of the wonderful parties we could have here. I fell in love with it immediately.
Ella“Sit down. Both of you.”Sarah and I exchanged wary glances. Her face was just as pale as mine probably was, and I felt a wrench in my stomach.“But Mr. Henderson, Sarah never—”