Zara
Elizabeth frowned immediately, setting her fork down.
“Why do I suddenly feel like I’m not going to like whatever you’re about to say?”
I rubbed my thumb against the edge of my coffee cup, watching the dark liquid ripple.
“Because you probably won’t.”
“Zara.”
I inhaled slowly.
“The contract says that I have to live with him for the duration of the contract. That’s six months.”
Elizabeth doesn’t react immediately. She simply blinked at me once, then twice. I watched her mouth part away slightly as she searched my face, as though she was waiting for me to laugh and admit it was a joke.
When indeed it was not..
“Say that again.” she carefully said, putting down her hands that were perfectly folded on the table.
“I have to live with him for six months.”
“No.”
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