[Hazel]
The moment I was Elijah, my heart bloomed with happiness. As if I was unfurling like a flower that had been waiting—aching—for the sun, and there he was, Elijah, my sun in a suit.
Just seeing him standing there like a damn Calvin Klein miracle made me forget the bitterness of the last five minutes. Kate’s voice, her smug smile, her insults disguised as compliments—they all started to fade.
But of course, the past has a nasty habit of poking where it still hurts.
“Oh, hello,” came the voice I’d just mentally buried.
Kate.
Of course she walked over. Of course her eyes were already glued to Elijah like he was a limited edition designer bag she just had to have. And behind her trailed her ever-silent entourage, their glossy eyes scanning Elijah like he was part of an exhibit labe
