Ava
Tonight has been perfect—almost too perfect. I’ve always believed that nothing could ever be this flawless, at least not without a price and I was right. Because just as the evening was winding down and we were heading home, the car broke down.
Apparently the price of a good evening is a stranded night in the middle of Chicago wearing heels that are pretty close to starnggling my feet.
I glance over at my husband who is on the phone with the mechanic, his jaw tight and his free hand running through his hair in frustration.
That can't be a good sign.
"How long did he say it'll take for him to get here" I ask Nikolai when he returns to my side on the pavement. He lets out a breath, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand as his gaze meets mine.
"At least an hour," he replies, hi
