Ella
Logan and I stood side by side on the balcony, the night air wrapping around us like a refreshing embrace. The cool breeze felt like a welcome reprieve after the stuffiness of the party, and the city lights sparkled below us like a bed of jewels.
“God, I hate these fancy dinners,” Logan groaned, loosening his tie. “I hate having to dress up in these tight suits, pretending to be someone I’m not.”
I looked over at him, a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. “Well, I hate to break it to you, Logan, but you do look quite handsome in that suit.”
He turned to me, his eyes wide. “Handsome, eh?”
I rolled my eyes, trying to suppress a grin. “Don’t let it get to your head.”
“Too late.” He chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
We fell into a comfortable sil
