Ella It feels like my sister has been gone with my baby for…hours. But in reality I know that it has been, at best, maybe half an hour. Still, while the rest of us mill around the dark forest, drinking champagne and waiting, I can’t keep myself from continuing to glance anxiously into the darkness
“I swear, Roger,” I warn, narrowing my eyes at him, “if you keep this from me, I will torture you for the rest of your life –“ My brother-in-law bares his teeth at me playfully, leaning forward. “Ah, Ella, but don’t you see? Now I have the power to torture you, as I have information you want, and I
Ella Two hours later, Sinclair and I welcome our friends back to our house for a casual breakfast and coffee – or mimosas, according to preference – to celebrate Rafe’s moonlight baptism. I can tell our guests are dragging – they’ve been up all night, after all – but spirits are high. “Wow,” I say
“Please, Ella,” she says softly, anxiously looking to where Sinclair is standing. “I’m sorry – maybe I shouldn’t have told you –“ “No,” I say, shaking my head and looking at her with a new determination on my face. “I need to know, Isabel – I’m getting strong, I need to do this sort of work. If Sin
Ella My guests surprise me by staying almost until noon. Well, at least, some of them – mostly those who started hitting the mimosas hard when we got back to the house and then moved to whiskey. After the baby wakes up and has a little lunch, I come yawning back into the front of the house, where
“Ella,” Cora says, taking me by the shoulders and giving me a little shake, though I can see a blush on her cheeks. “Let it go.” “Fine,” I lie, still frowning at her. Cora sighs and shakes her head. “I’m tired, Ella,” she says, looking towards the door and then back at me. “I’m going home, but I d
Sinclair I know it’s a little perverse, but, as I look down at my furious little spitfire mate, glaring angrily between my brother and I who outweigh her by three or four times… God damn it, but I get a little hard. She’s just so passionate, and when she’s all worked up like this all I want to do
“No,” I disagree softly, evenly. “I didn’t take his side – I just asked you to stop, because we had other guests, and I didn’t want to make Roger and Cora’s business everyone’s business.” “Is that what you’re saying I was doing?” Ella asks, getting steamed again. She opens her mouth to say more, bu