Elle
"Oh my goodness, Elle" Ava rushes up to me, gathering me in her arms in a hug. I wrap my arms around her in return, pressing my cheek against her shoulder. She feels warm and familiar and when she pulls away to examine me, she looks worried. "I was so worried about you." She grips my chin and tilts my head side to side and then up. When she doesn't see any cuts and bruises, she sighs in relief, releases my chin and squeezes my shoulder. "When Aaron told me that both of you were attacked after you left the wedding I didn't know what to think."
I give her a reassuring smile and lift my hand to circle her wrist. "I'm fine. Really."
She stares at me for a second longer as if deciding whether or not she believes me before dropping her hands from my shoulders and sliding them over my ar
