Amelia
“Ezra,” An angry man with greyish-blonde hair storms into the office. He looks just like Ezra, so I assume that is his father. The secretary and Willow are on the man’s heels. “We have to talk,” He demands.
“I’m busy, Father,” Ezra positions himself between me and his father.
I shudder as the man stares at me with grey eyes like Ezra’s.
“Is this little tramp the reason you decided not to marry Olympia?” Ezra’s father roars.
I look at the ground, feeling ashamed of myself. Seconds later, Willow wraps her arms around my shoulders.
“Come with me, sweetie,” she whispers.
I say nothing and allow myself to be led out of the office.
“I will not have you call her a tramp,” I hear Ezra yell as the doors shut behind us.
Willow leads me out of the office. “Ezra and his dad need to
