#Chapter 213: Push & Pull

Ella It was late, far too late for me to be awake, but sleep eluded me that night thanks to the excitement roiling around inside my head. I found myself standing in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom. In the soft glow of the lamp on the bedside table and the waxing moon filtering in through the sheer curtains, I could just make out the delicate rose tattoo that now sat on my hip. “My dad is gonna flip when he sees this,” I whispered as I tugged down the waistband of my pajama pants just enough to see the dainty little rose. Ema, just as restless as I was after our exciting night, chuckled in the back of my mind. “Doesn’t your dad have a tattoo of his own?” I nodded, my gaze still fixed on the little rose that now adorned my hip for life, for better or worse. “Yeah, he does,” I said softly. It was true; my dad had a tattoo of my grandmother’s initials on his shoulder. She had died when I was eleven, and he had gotten the tattoo shortly after. But he always said th