The skies are overhung with a blanket of darkness, and droplets of water hit the car windows as we drive onwards. The ride to the courthouse was long and tiring. It was an hour away, and Logan stayed on his phone the entire time.
He hasn't been himself since we left the Palace hotel. He's become more distant and hostile towards me, and my heart nearly dropped at the sight of him. He had a bloody scar on his lips and another small cut on his left cheekbone. And he refused to talk about it.
I let out a sigh, looking out at all the people passing by enjoying their night while I am stuck here with the man I'm bound to marry tonight, who couldn't even give me attention.
I heard his stupid phone vibrate again. This time I flashed him a burning glare, and he got off his phone at last.
