The-Wrong-Bride-Ares--Raven’s-story-(Maura,-Catharina)_bibis

whenever she’s faced with a question she doesn’t want to answer will never cease to amuse me.
“Yes, you picked well. Thank you.” I glance at her with a smile on my face. She’s so ridiculously
beautiful. I can definitely see why she’s so famous. Hannah is pretty, but more in a girl-next-door kind
of way. She’s highly suitable for a variety of roles, and she’s an amazing actress, but objectively
speaking, Raven truly is something else in terms of beauty.
“You really do need to take a break every once in a while, Raven. Let me take you to the beach
tomorrow morning,” I tell her. “Do you still enjoy watching the sunrise?”
She looks down at her lap. “You’re staying over tonight?”
I nod. “I figured it’d be easiest if I’m drinking.”
Raven looks away, her side profile every bit as beautiful as the rest of her. It makes no sense that
she’s been single for so long.
“I think I’ll head back to my apartment tonight. That way, one of Hannah’s friends can have my
room.”
I nod, oddly disappointed. Just as I’m about to offer to hang out with her some other day, Hannah
calls my name. I look up, and Raven shoos me away.
“Ares!” Hannah repeats, holding out her hand.
I sigh as I get to my feet, glancing back at Raven once, but she’s already got her nose buried in her
new tablet.
The closer we get to the wedding, the more I feel like Raven is avoiding me. I can’t figure out
why she’s distancing herself from me lately, but I do know I hate it.