Ella
The atmosphere of the restaurant was alive with a cacophony of murmurs and a symphony of glassware clinking, but my focus was narrowed to the drink that I was nursing in the wake of Marina’s presence. I wasn’t alone for long, though, before I glanced over to see that Logan had silently appeared beside me.
“I have something to show you,” he insisted, his eyes shrouded in mystery and anticipation.
“What is it?” I asked.
Logan smirked and held his hand out for me. “It’s a surprise. You coming or not?”
I furrowed my brow, confused. Downing the last of my drink, I stood and smoothed down my dress. “And where, pray tell, is this mystery location?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.
“Like I said, it’s a surprise,” he murmured. His cryptic reply and the sly, playful glint l
