The next morning was calm and quiet. Elara and Jones both sat down on the dining table having breakfast without saying a word to each other.
Jones cracked his throat and dusted the breadcrumbs on his hands.
“I’m going to see my mother this morning.” He said.
She looked at him. “Okay…” She replied.
“It's about the wedding,” he added.
Elara froze.
“I want to finalize things. Get her opinion on the guest list and the decorations. You know how she is about those things. Though, I wouldn’t be spending much time at her place.” Jones said.
“Jones…” She replied and paused.
He looked up at her.
“I’m not ready,” she said softly. “We shouldn’t be talking about wedding colors when I’m not even sure about us.”
Jones let out a slow breath, walked past her, and grabbed his jacket from the
