Chapter FIFTEEN ELLIE

“So, how’s married life?”

I looked up from the dough I’d been kneading and met three pairs of curious and amused eyes.

Thanksgiving was one week away, and Sofia had invited everyone over to test out some recipes for the holiday festivities.

She was hosting. And we were all invited.

“Um, good,” I replied.

Honestly, it was good. Andres was like the perfect man.

He was attentive. Yet he gave me space. He was wonderful with Sammy. And at night, he loved me with a fervor I’d never experienced.

But I felt something lacking between us.

It was stupid.

I was being stupid.

I mean, we weren’t a love match. But there was something about his demeanor that made me wish we were.

Christ, I was losing it.

I couldn’t help it. Maybe it was all the romance books I read.

“Just good?” Meredith teased.

“It’s fine. I mean, you guys know why we married⁠—”

“Don’t even try it. I’ve seen the looks he gives you,” Destiny said, pursing her lips.