Nathan
My fork scraped the plate as I finished off the last bit of pancakes. Olivia was sitting across from me, flipping through a magazine and sipping her coffee.
We were in my study, a room doubled as a secret hideaway when we didn’t feel like eating in the dining room. I liked spending the mornings in here with her; the sunlight streaming through the curtains and bouncing off of the mahogany desk made her hair look even more golden and vibrant.
Just as I was about to ask Olivia if she wanted to go grocery shopping later, a knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. We both looked up to see Edward standing in the doorway.
“Morning,” he greeted, a friendly yet reserved smile on his face.
Olivia immediately stood up, pushing her chair back so abruptly it made a screech
