The first semester in Oxford has already started. Balancing between studying to become a lawyer and life in general, Julia Eden has found herself sitting across from a shrink, or in better words: a psychologist.
It only gets worse when the old man s...
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Neal Williams didn't utter a word to Julia, or cut a glance at her once while he drove. If it was that obvious, if he didn't want to talk to her, what was even the point of asking her out?
"Are you usually this quiet?" She didn't want to sound pissed but failed terribly.
"Huh?" He turned to her, slightly confounded, his eyes a misty shade of gray. Nothing could be as gray as them.
"Nothing." Julia sighed and closed her mouth at the lack of enthusiasm in his tone.
There was a lot of better things to think about than chatting with him. Instead of this, she could have been helping Noah for the party, then they would have made shambles while pouring coke and soda. They would have laughed their asses off and usher each other towards his walk-in shower. Then at the heat of the moment, they would've started kissing and ripping each others' wet clothes off.
Well, a girl can dream, right?
Julia sighed once again as Neal and she were escorted to the buzzing bar inside the Chiltern Firehouse by a statuesque waitress wearing a turquoise jumpsuit. The heat was well enough to make her shrug her cloak off. Sitting across from him, she fixed her eyes on the polka dotted tablecloth.
A waitress breezed up with a smile and, seeing Neal, her face grew an irritating blush. It wasn't fair how men like him could disarm women with one glance. That being the case, Julia glared at Neal's ignorance. But Neal was oblivious to it.
"Uh, Julia." Neal looked at her. "What would you like to drink?"
That was the first time he had called her anything but 'Julianne'.
Let's see for how long.
They ordered Australian Truffle Custard, Blackened Salmon, Seared Steak Salad, a bottle of DRC for both of them and a blueberry cheesecake for her. Julia's eyes were on the retreating back of the flustered waitress when she reminded herself that Neal and she would part ways after this.
Surely, Neal was hot with numerous benefits added to him but Jesus had destined a summer wedding in the heart of Covent Garden, in the magnificent glass atrium of Paul Hamlyn Hall where Noah Clarke and Julia Eden would tie their knots for the rest of their lives.
She was destined to be Mrs. Clarke. Dating someone was a waste of time when she had already chosen an Oscar de la Renta for the wedding.
Julia looked back at Neal eventually. His eyes were so gray when they landed on her.
"So now what?" he smiled, eyes still on her through his long black veil of eyelashes.
Julia only blinked, her spine straight, her mouth hanging open. "You asked me out on a date. Aren't you supposed to know the answer?"
