George

My fists clench at my sides, and I can feel the blood rushing to my temples as the image of Ella and Elijah burns into my mind. I tear my eyes away from them, not wanting to witness any more of that damn kiss. As I walk out of the garden, trying to shake the image from my mind, I bump into someone. Charlotte.

"There you are, George!" she exclaims, grabbing my arm. "Where've you run off to? You've been disappearing all night."

I find an excuse and reply to ...