Chapter 47: Marrying Who?
George
As I let my gaze fall on Ella, I notice she wears her evening dress confidently. It's strange, seeing as I cannot fathom the life she hid from me in our marriage. But as she stands there, hands on her hips, I can't help myself from making a smart remark.
"Finally going on that date with Elijah, then?" I quip, a sharp bite in my words. I let my arms cross over my chest as I watch her.
Ella merely rolls her eyes at me, seemingly dismissing me altogether.
"I rushed here to see YOUR grandmother, seeing as she's grown ill. There was no time to change out of my outfit."
As cruel as my words intended to be, she somehow one-ups me with ease. My mind swims with possible retorts, wanting to make my intentions clear but not appear desperate for her eyes to remain on mine.
A mixed bag of emotions seeps into my skin, prickling as it moves across my body so fast, I don't have a moment to breathe.