Jason POV
After receiving our certificates and enduring the endless photo session, I grabbed Max and Dylan, determined to head straight to Ella. Despite everything that had just come to light, there was no way I was going to start treating her differently. So, she was Kingsley's daughter—the heiress to one of the wealthiest and most powerful families in the world. Big deal. Ella was still Ella. The girl who wore hoodies to class, the girl who had this sharp tongue but a hidden soft side, the girl who somehow managed to get under my skin in the best and worst ways.
As we approached her, I noticed the way her shoulders relaxed slightly when she saw us. There it was—a glimmer of relief. She thought we'd be weird about it. She thought we'd change.
I smirked, keeping my tone casual. "We're still friends, Ella. If that's even what we call this… thing we've got going."
