"The main issue was that he never got my Great Gatsby reference." Ella huffed before going ahead and explaining "He saw this green light in the distance and asked what it was. Naturally, I responded by calling him Old Sport. He looked at me like I was insane and that I was speaking some sort of ancient alien language."

She was perfect for me. So utterly perfect.

I felt the click of our souls meeting.

The next few minutes were a blur. I did not listen to any words. I was too busy enchanted by the beauty that I wanted to stare at twenty-four hours every day.

My Ella pretended as if she did not notice me but her cheeks were flushed. She knew I was wanting her and needing her. She knew deep down how insanely obsessed I had become.

I was not apologetic about how crazy I was for her.

I smirked as I imagined maiming the boy who thought he had a chance with this girl. I would cut off his hands and use them to fuel a fire to keep my precious Medusa warm.

Medusa. She had turned me into stone. A statue that would forever be hers. She had no option but to keep me.

“What colour is your hair anyway?” Brennan questioned Ella, adding more to his treason against me “Emerald?”

I had lost my mind. I could not think or breathe or function.

Everything was Ella.

"Puke Coloured?"

The question was rough sounding, and it was only when Ella gaped at me that I realised that it was me that spoke.

Inwardly, I grinned to myself as the goddess leaned over table and pointed one small finger at me accusingly.

All I could think was that I needed to get a green ring on her perfect little wedding finger as soon as possible. I needed to get a ring and I would not settle for anything less than unearthly. It had capture the essence of her.

Her face was pink and her freckles stood out more. The colour of her cheeks went irresistibly with the shade of her hair.

"Listen here, Lurch. You obviously have bad taste in colour." She bit out the words while narrowing her eyes further at me "It is fairytale green."

All she was focused on was me and I smirked in triumph.

Her faux anger and determination lit up a flame inside of her and I would be damned if I lost sight of that fire.

"What the fuck is fairytale green?" I challenged.

She leaned back in her chair, and I almost let out a growl at the lack of proximity of us.

"It is the green of the trees at an outdoor wedding. It is the green of the grass where you sit with your partner when you're old, shaking your fists at the neighbour’s kid who trespass on skateboards. It is the green of my hair." Ella rambled on in one quick breath "It is fairytale green!"