EZRA
Violet crosses her arms with a knowing smirk on her face. I sigh internally; I guess I should have known it would be literally impossible to have Harlem to myself. I look at the said woman and she can't possibly turn any redder. I refrain from dragging her back to my arms because that would look weird and slightly too territorial.
"Sorry to interrupt but can I steal you for a moment, Harlem? Is that okay with you, Ezra?" I'm sure if I say no to the bride, I could get stoned.
I smile amusedly at her while Harlem looks like she's imagining herself anywhere else. "Whatever you- "
She grabs Harlem's arm, not even waiting for me to finish "Thanks, you're a doll. Harlem, there's this actor friend of mine I told you about, he wants to see you. Let me introduce you." Now, THAT gets my attention and as I watch Harlem being dragged away, I consider following but I involuntarily meet the eyes of none other than the twin that hates me.
