Martin
"Uncle Martin! Uncle Martin! Come on, let's go! "The fireworks are about to begin," Yzee quickly pulled my hand away from the last sip of a truly fine glass of wine. We'd just finished a delicious meal at this cafe, but it seemed like it was time to move on to the main show of the evening. It was something I was looking forward to.
Bella decided to stand behind her, a huge smile on her face, her hair loose and flowing, wearing a summer dress that made my blood boil. I knew she'd make fun of me for having to drag my feet in a matter of seconds. I didn't mind. I enjoyed it when she made fun of me. I winked at her and took my last sip of wine, maintaining her gaze fixed on me.
This was our trip to celebrate. I'd loaded up the entire family for a trip to Paris because my father and brothers had been sentenced to life in prison, while my mother and I were free and I was with Bella. And content.