More Than A Favor

Chapter 19

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Looking at myself in the mirror, I tried to force a smile. I told myself to smile today and to be happy every day from now on.

When I went downstairs, Ethan and Tessa had already prepared breakfast. The house was decorated with new couches and tableware, items usually

reserved for special occasions.

“Elaine, after you and Logan get your marriage certificate, come back so we can celebrate and discuss the wedding details,” Tessa exclaimed, her

excitement seemingly surpassing mine.

“Sure,” I agreed with a nod.

Tessa looked me over approvingly. “You look great today. It would be even

better if you wore white.”

“It’s a little too eye–catching to dress entirely in white,” I explained.

“Don’t listen to her nonsense,” Ethan interjected. “Nowadays, people don’t

wear white like they did back in our time. Elaine, wear whatever you like. Don’t mind what she says.”

I smiled, a warm sensation washing over me.

Tessa pulled me over to the dining table.

eggs and a sausage arranged in a

ask, Tessa leaned in and whispered, “This is a secret ritual passed down from your grandmother. It symboNoraes the early birth of a child. I don’t have a preference for a boy or girl; I just hope you and Logan have a

and I couldn’t bring myself to

said with a smile as she peeled an egg

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wasn’t until I was nearly finished that I realized Logan was missing from the dining table. “Tessa,

come down

on the staircase. Logan descended, but I wasn’t sure if it was just my imagination–he seemed visibly tense. My heart sank slightly

time for us to get our marriage certificate is precisely 10:58 a.m. We don’t need to go

reason, the joy I had secretly felt

about Alexander Cain. He was Logan‘

quickly agreed. “We’ll do as Mr.

to eat breakfast. Despite the lavish spread, he finished quickly. He didn’t quite wolf the

and sausage that I hadn’t eaten, he quietly ate them without a word.

at home. I need to

air of

mouthing that he was preparing a gift

comment last night about a prize for being first, I natur ally assumed

my coat, my phone rang. It was Victor.

Mrs. Mercer,” he

knew I was getting