#Chapter 133: The Color Blue

Ella Logan’s husky voice filled my ears, its gravelly tone instantly making me feel guilty. He had been sleeping. “Ella? Why are you calling me?” I swallowed, hesitating. I was supposed to be asleep now, too, but I hadn’t slept a wink. I was sitting in my kitchen now, a cup of steaming chamomile tea in front of me. I almost considered hanging up and pretending that it was an accident, but I knew that it was too late. “Yeah, um, I just wanted to know… what color am I supposed to wear to the engagement party”” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. There was a pause. My heart pounded as Logan finally spoke again. “Ella, is that what you really wanted to talk to me about?” he finally asked. “About the color of a dress? At… five in the morning?” His voice was unreadable, devoid of the warmth I remembered, and it hit me like a slap across the face. The question hung in the air, and I felt the weight of my own dishonesty press down on me. I wanted to say so much more. I w