"𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲."
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Elena's life is flipped upside down when her sister runs away on her wedding day and she is forced to marry her husband who despises her.
He hates her with...
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|Sebastian Ferguson|
"Is she yours?" Elena asked me enthusiastically, crouching down with her eyes keenly following the puppy's eyes. "She's so freaking adorable she's giving me puppy fever."
The enthusiasm and excitement in her voice and her entire aura fascinated me, drawing my attention to her entirely.
I took a cautious step forward before mimicking her crouching position but with my eyes on her instead of the puppy.
"Dad gave her to—us," I responded hesitantly, unsure if my implication was relevant or if it'd just ruin the atmosphere. "Do you like puppies?" I asked her casually, hoping to smoothen out any awkward bumps.
Her response was so delayed I thought she'd ignored me but the more I watched her pet the puppy, the more I figured there was no chance I could compete for her attention with such cuteness.
"Hmm," she hummed thoughtfully, her eyes straying to my face briefly before she completely averted them the second we made eye contact. "I do have a soft spot for dogs, but I feel like I'm more of a cat person."
I slowly nodded attentively, allowing myself to ease into the conversation that was weirdly going better than I expected. "Really? You've owned a cat before?" I asked her.
She nodded in turn with a soft chuckle. "I was sixteen at that time and my dad got me a cat, an orange one that drove everyone especially my mom so fucking insane she threatened to get rid of her every time she misbehaved and that was like every single time."
Talking to her this way felt highly different, a side of hers I never thought I'd get to experience. From a few simple words, I could tell she was a chatty, lively, free spirit with probably one hell of an interesting backstory.
We could have had this from the start if I hadn't been a dick.
"Did she get rid of your orange cat then?" I continued the conversation as naturally as I could, hoping to prolong the easy flow it embodied.
Elena continued gently combing her fingers through the puppy's soft fur, this time lifting her eyes to look at my face. "I didn't give her a chance to, obviously. I beat her to it and gave her to a good friend. He probably took better care of her than I could ever have in that madhouse where everyone was out to get her."
I just watched her, listening as she spoke. Hearing a different voice other than my loud thoughts felt calming and stress relieving, a type of natural therapy I could have never guessed I needed.
I figured I could have been staring for too long or too uncomfortably when Elena cleared her throat softly, moving her eyes from mine.
"I was asking her name," she spoke louder. "Have you named her yet?"
I shook my head no. I wasn't even sure if I was keeping her yet.
"Do you have a name in mind? We could go with that," I offered impulsively.
