CHAPTER FORTY
ELLA’S POV
He kissed me and then never said a word about it. As I brush my teeth rather furiously on my sink, I can't help but glance a million times at my phone in one hand, hoping for a ping or at least a call from Adam. But none of that happens. For once breakfast doesn’t sound as appealing despite the tantalizing scent that teases my noses all the way into my bedroom. What if Adam never talks to me again? Would this be the end of a friendship that could have been beautiful?
“He is really nice, you know. It almost seems unreal and I’m thinking that I should ask him to come to dinner here. You know, with you and Ella,” I pause at the bottom of the stairs, taken by surprise by Rita’s presence in my house at nine in the morning. She is chatting animatedly with my father,
