AIDEN
My desk chair rotates beneath me as I maneuver it to face the direction I want. I drum my fingers on the table surface, a smug smile curving on my mouth as I anticipate Hermione's call.
I gave Jephthah clear instructions: don't return unless she receives the flowers I sent and makes sure there are witnesses when he mentions my name as the sender.
It's only a month away from our wedding, and Hermione's proving to be a tough nut to crack. I knew winning her heart wouldn't be easy from the start.
However, I'm tired of this cat-and-mouse game we're playing. I'm done waiting for her to make up her mind; I'm pursuing her until she gives in. She's clearly attracted to me but fighting it, and I won't let her resist forever.
Dad extended the previously set date for the wedding to bid
