FIRST TIME IN FOREVER

ALANNA

I am nervous, why do I always get this way when it comes to Nolan, I mean, I had faced the worst demons, but Nolan was both a dream and nightmare to me.

My heart hammered a desperate beat against my ribs as the sleek black car pulled up to the quaint Parisian cafe.

This was it. The first time I'd be facing Nolan one-on-one, since the bitter divorce, and not under the most ideal circumstances. I mean, even while we were married, he mostly avoided me and the only time we had sat to talk was about the terms of our divorce.

A tense knot of anger and apprehension twisted in my gut.

“I hate that he was making me go through such a dreadful process like this again,” I heaved,”

I strode into the cafe gate, It was my favorite little haven in the city, a charming nook with checkered tablecloths and overflowing flower boxes that I'd always dreamed of bringing Nolan to. He'd never been one for "cute cafes," always opting for the trendy, high-end establishments.

Taking a deep breath, I st