THE ENGAGEMENT PARTY

 

I’ve always hated gatherings like this – crowded with stuck-up, spoiled little princes and princesses who think the world just spins for them. Newsflash: it doesn’t. if there’s one thing I’ve learnt, it’s that the universe has a very dark twisted sense of humor.

 

I was making my way through the crowd when I bumped into someone.

“Oh my gosh! I am so sorry.” I look up – only to find the same Nathan Powers I’d met at the café.

“I didn’t take you for the clumsy type Miss Montgomery,” he says with a smile tugging at his lips. I frown, Of course its him. Before I can respond, my elbow knocks into a nearby table, sending a glass of red wine flying. It arcs in the air like a slow-motion punishment then lands squarely on his suit. “Oh no, I am so, so sorry!” I exclaim, grabbing napkins, frantically trying to blot the spreading stain. Nathan stares down at his ruined shirt then looks up at me with an eerily calm smirk. “Well,” his voice smooth and teasing “I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to be officially marked by Miss Montgomery.” “Marked? Really? That’s the best you’ve got?” He shrugs, as if it were the most natural thing in the world “I aim to impress.” I bite back a retort—mostly because I’m too busy wondering if the universe is personally out to humiliate me today.