Isabella
Leo's hand feels weird in mine with my rings on.
Yes. My fake wedding rings.
I can't believe I let Rex talk me into it. Actually, I can. Because that man has always made me act in ways inexplicable to my character. Case and point, the tattoo I never thought I'd get. Leaving my own birthday party for s*x, leaving work early for s*x, introducing him to my mother even though we knew we weren't going to last.
Rex Redford is the human form of ambrosia. Addictive and delicious.
And man is he addictive and delicious looking in the suit we bought for him. I bought two sensible versions of it. Gray. Brown.
Of course, he went for the burgundy.
Somehow, he's made a ready-to-wear department store suit look like a million bucks.
The three of us hurry up the steps of Tremain Day School
