LOGINWhen he came back out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, Grace was still on the couch. Still on her phone. The TV was also on now, and a renovation show was playing on mute, but she wasn’t watching it.“Grace.”“Hmm?”“It’s almost 11.”Grace glanced at the time at the top of her screen in surprise. “Shit. Nathan’s sending script notes for tomorrow. I should probably…”“You should probably sleep,” William finished for her.“After I finish these. They’re important.”William silently went on to put on some shorts and then sat on the edge of the bed waiting for her. She didn’t come into the room until a few minutes to 12.Grace looked surprised to see William still up.“Sorry,” she said. “I had to wrap some things up with them.”“They should really let you keep the few hours you get to you
12 hours a day, six days a week, that’s how intense Grace’s schedule got over time.She came home tonight, earlier than usual. That is, a quarter past 9.“Hey,” Grace said in a tired huff, closing the front door behind her.William had dinner waiting. He had gotten good at timing it. Chicken piccata tonight, because she mentioned craving something with lemon to cut through the bland food she’d been having to eat lately.“Smells good,” she said, as she came in and dropped her bag on the couch. It was stuffed with script revisions and protein bars.After they kissed, he told her, “Eat while it’s hot.”Grace sat. She even picked up her fork. But her phone stayed on the table beside her plate, screen-up, and William watched her eyes flick to it every few seconds, pulled by some gravitational force stronger than hunger or exhaustion or the man sitting across from her who spent forty-five minutes mak
Felix turned away from her, walking to nowhere in particular, just holding his thumb and index fingers around his temples.“Call it off. I don’t care what discussions you’ve had with Jonathan Ellington, tell him you spoke without my consent and that there’s been a misunderstanding.”“You know I can’t do that,” Agnes refused.She then came beside him. “The Ellingtons are one of the wealthiest families in this country. A marriage alliance with them would double our family’s influence overnight.”“And we don’t have enough influence?”“No one ever has enough influence. That’s ot how this world works, and you know it,” she snapped at him, irritated at his behaviour.Felix did know it. That was the frustrating thing. Everything his mother was saying made sense, strategically. The Ellingtons were the kind of family that other families orbited around, hoping fo
Felix now stood still on the second step of his staircase, turning back around. He hoped in that moment that he would see a sign that what he had heard was a joke or the dramatic flourish that would reveal this as one of her usual manipulations. There was neither. She was serious.“I’m sorry. You did what?”“Made an alliance with the Ellington family.” Agnes smiled. It was the satisfied smile of a chess player who had finally manoeuvred all her pieces into position.“Between you and Jonathan Ellington’s oldest daughter. It’s been in discussion for some time now, and I wanted to wait until we finalised everything.”He stood there in shock trying to process and be and just heard? Was it the fact that she had just casually mentioned that she arranged a marriage? Or the fact that it was going to be with the Ellington family? One of the wealthiest and most influential families in the country. The Morells were on th
The house was quiet, almost peacefully so. Not until the doorbell blared noisily. Felix dragged himself to the front door, the sound of the bell still sounding somewhere in his skull. He dragged his slippers on the floor and the shuffle-slap of each step announced his passage through the house. He’s not had enough sleep for the past few days due to work, that much was obvious from the tiredness under his eyes.The bell rang again impatiently. He knew that impatience before his hand even touched the door handle. When he opened the door Agnes stood on the other side with a serious look“Mom?”She pushed her way past him before the word finished leaving his mouth and her heels loudly struck the entryway floor.“Get me water,” she said to him.Felix stood at the open door for a moment longer, as he watched his mother claim territory in his living room. He shut the door slowly, buying himself the seconds it took the e-latch to click in place.“You didn’t tell me you were coming over.”“Do
Wren had assumed that her silence on the matter communicated everything that needed to be said to her father. That she would rather set herself on fire than fall into that trap twice. Jonathan, of all people, should be on board with that. He was the loudest voice against her marriage to Felix three years ago.So what changed?“I want to believe that you rejected their proposal,” Wren said.Jonathan sighed. “I’ve never told you this, but the Morells and the Ellingtons go way back, even before you were born.”That information was both surprising and not. Wren could feel the slow slide of a knife out of its sheath.“What does that have to do with anything?”Something told Wren a trap was about to be laid at her feet. But she remained seated and listened anyway. Mostly because she understood that leaving now would only delay the inevitable.“Your grandfather and Ashton Morell (Felix’s late grandfath







