Ezra
I stare at the picture of her on my phone. My mind wanders to that night of passion. We only knew each other for a few hours, yet I felt she was my whole world. I tried looking for her to no avail.
“Ezra!” My mother snaps at me.
We are sitting in the grand living room of the family manor. A male designer is babbling on about something for the wedding. Olympia is sitting with her mother, Leona, cooing at some fabric.
“Ezra, could you at least pretend to be interested?” Olympia huffs.
I turn off my phone and look at my fiancée. Her face is scrunched while her nostrils flare. “What am I interested in?”
“Tablecloths,” She mentions.
I grunt and look at the designer, who is holding up two purples swaths of material. “They look the same.”
“They are very different, Ezra,” Mother spe
