Chapter 20
Ella looked out to the Harbor, the sun setting and streaking the sky in pretty shades of orange and pink. It was too pretty for her mood. She sat down on the dock next to Marco’s boat and pulled up the line from the side.
The six pack of beers she knew would be there floated to the surface, and she grabbed a can before letting the others fall back into the water.
She took a swig, letting the beer try to numb her further. Between Enzo, her grandfather, and Lucas, she had never been so torn or hurt. The fact that her own family couldn’t look past their last names and let her find happiness hurt deeper than any cut could. And Lucas. How could he even think she would betray him like that? She would never.
She loved him.
She didn’t care that he was a Prescott. She didn’t even ca
