Ella
A charged silence fell between us as we finally reached the safety of the car. Somehow, we had managed to make our way out of the party with little trouble, although Leonard had asked questions; a quick “My stomach hurts” on my part, however, was enough to make the man leave us be.
Logan slid behind the wheel as I climbed into the passenger seat. As the engine hummed to life, he turned to face me, his deep blue eyes reflecting the twilight.
“Ella,” he began, his tone light yet hesitant, “speaking of the ‘engagement party’...”
I sighed, passing a hand over my weary face. “Now? Really? We need to talk about this now?”
Logan shrugged as he began pulling away from the curb. “We’ll have to talk about it sooner rather than later. No offense, but it was your idea.”
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