When Saturday rolled around, Ajax and Noémie sat in the car outside the old Halest Villa, exchanging awkward glances.
Well, at least Noémie was.
She wasn’t sure if Ajax even knew what awkwardness felt like. He always carried himself with an air of confidence that most people could only dream of pulling off.
The way he talked, walked, and even sat in the damn car spoke volumes about the intense aura that radiated from every inch of his strapping existence.
Noémie thought she was about to faint—all because of the stress surging through her veins.
Just thinking about Aunt Isabella and her bitter words made her throat tighten, and her legs refused to move.
Something they should have done at least ten minutes ago, move that is.
But Noémie had been too busy freaking out, and Ajax seemed i
