Nicholas’s eyes flashed up, but he held his tongue. Not that he had much of a choice. It quickly seemed as though Miss Elisia had a few hundred ideas of ways she and Nicholas could be presented as the world’s most perfect couple.
“Well good—because we’re going to need you.” She grabbed his hand, and held on like her life depended on it. “There’s so much to do, I don’t even know where to start!”
As she began rambling on about nothing in particular, Nicholas and I engaged in a silent war.
Both glaring at each other from across the table. Both determined not to blink first. Both firmly convinced that, at the end of the night, they had been in the right.
It could have gone on forever. Literally. Nicholas Huntington was the most stubborn person I’d ever met, and I had been literally trained
