Damn you, Ezra! Get out of my head!
That was when he saw it - a light pink envelope with his name on it. He bent down to pick it up and, without much hesitation – opened it.
He immediately regretted it.
"Dearest Luca,"
His head seemed to spin as he read.
"It is with tremendous respect and pleasure that we cordially invite you to join us in celebrating the marriage,"
No – please – no
"of Ezra Shawcross,"
Don't -
"And Natalie Collman, on the 15th..."
But, how?
Luca could feel his heart shattering as his mind registered the word.
No – it can't be!
He fell to his knees in a messy heap.
Ezra was getting married.
And he wasn't marrying Him.