DREW
Lucas got the dreaded call a little after three in the morning.
When he hung up the phone he remained stoic and seemed unaffected, heading straight to the bathroom to take a long shower.
My phone demanded attention and I groaned when my best friend’s name flashed on the screen. I left so suddenly and had called my boss to tell him I needed a week or two off work to take care of my family’s estate issues and to visit my childhood home in London. My parents were born there but later moved to New York. My boss bought it, but Tavi wouldn’t. I wasn’t ready to talk to her. I didn’t even know what possessed me to come here with Lucas, how was I going to explain it to someone else?
I breathed a sigh of relief when it finally stopped ringing, but it was short-lived. A message notification popped up, it was a text with different screenshots: a photo of Luca carrying me up the steps of his private jet, bridal style. It had made headlines: