Chloe
I choked on my water.
The cough had everyone’s attention snapping toward me, while Logan’s words still echoed in my head.
Did he just say… Alexander?
“Are you okay?” Logan asked, already rising from his chair. We all turned to Logan, surprised about his suddenly strange behaviour.
I coughed, covering my mouth with my hand as the maid quickly stepped forward and patted my back. "Are you okay, ma’am?" she asked again, handing me a handkerchief.
I took it, murmuring a quick, “Thank you,” and tried to breathe through the embarrassment burning its way up my throat. What was wrong with me? Why had I reacted so dramatically just from hearing his name?
My Alexander isn’t the only Alexander in the world… Wait. My Alexander?
What was that? My Alexander? When had he become my Alexander
