Ivanna
"We should get a new nameplate written 'Mr and Mrs Scott'," Christian tells me, staring at the old name plate of my apartment.
I look back at him, discovering him grinning at me while leaning back to the pillar. Shoving my phone aside, I focus back on him, after trying Irene's number for the third time.
I have been worried for her for an entire month. The last time I talked to her was the night before her wedding. Her decision was indeed shocking to me. More than that I'm surprised to find her ignoring my calls. What happened to this girl?
I scowl at Christian.
"You're weird," I shrug, leaving the nameplate aside and shoving the curtain from the window.
"You find me weird?"
"Of course, you are," I groan, opening the window and trying a look at the entire city.
"What makes yo
