Elliot POV
I tap my foot impatiently. Rolling up my sleeves for the umpteenth time. What am I doing here? I feel way too dressed up in this stupid tux and white shirt. My shoes are so shiny, I could count every single hair in my nose if I lean in close enough!
I should be out there at the party, looking for Olivia. I have to tell her. She needs to know that I don't want her to leave. She needs to be my Luna. She has to know that I love her. That night I screamed it at her half-dead body doesn't count, and that we didn't have time to talk to each other pretty much since she was forced to reject me doesn't make this less urgent.
"Remind me again what we are waiting for?", I turn to Kyle and glower at him.
"We are waiting for my lovely wife and my adorable children that you will help us
