Millie
BESIDES NEEDINGinformation from me to book our flight to Honolulu, Ezra and I haven’t spoken in a month. I’m supposed to convince his family I’m his wife, yet I know very little about the man.
Okay, Ididhook up with him, so “little” is not quite accurate. Even so, when it comes to him, all I know is that he’s super competitive, he can sing the fuck out of a Freddie Mercury song, he has one tattoo (that I’ve seen), and he takes medication for depression. Oh, and, apparently, we have the same taste in women.
Other than that? I’m clueless.
When I’m hired for a role, I spend time researching the character—their motivations and what makes them tick. Even as my LULU persona, Jules, I’m given a small backstory to get into character.
Determined to change the situation, I swipe my phone off the kitchen counter and open our text thread.
ME
I think we should get to know each other better before Hawaii
I’ve finished my coffee by the time he texts back.
EZRA
What do you mean?
ME
I’m supposed to be your wife starting next week, but I don’t know anything about you. How do you take your coffee? Do you even drink coffee? Do you snore? How did we meet?
How did you propose?
Do you have any weird quirks?
Kinks?
EZRA
Why don’t you come over for breakfast tomorrow? We can talk then
ME
Fine. What should I bring?
EZRA
Nothing. I’ll cook
ME
*Can* you cook? See, these are things I need to know
EZRA
You can find out tomorrow
Do you have any allergies?
ME
Look at you being a good hubby already
Cashews
