na'

lly invited to the Annual Ro

y fingers traced the engrossed handwriting at the top of th

s this. This had to be a mistake. No one would care to invite the girl w

he was scolding me... or treating me like I should h

that was when I saw the small note scrib

ited by Mr Ma

card in my hands like it could burn me. My heart is poun

lready begun running through my head. Why me? Why now? Was this anot

hat this was finally a chance. Maybe he had finally seen how hard I worked.

tever it was, I was going to show up to tha

e. This was the night. My heart was already pounding so fucking l

ina. Maybe you might finally meet your Prince Charmin

d. Paparazzi swarming the entire stairs as each car pulled up to the re

I stepped out of my cab with wobbly knees, my hee

usand candles hanging from the massive chandeliers. Waiters wearing black and white unif

purse like a lifeline and trying not to look completely ou

n I saw

b

tteo

in his hand, surrounded by men in expensive tailored suits an

tailored to perfection. His dark hair slicked back as usual. He

ce and fire, it fascinated me most times. "Focus Alina,

ned. Our eyes locked with each other for just a second.

old myself not to care. Not to feel disappointed. But I

feeling creeping into my chest, I wandered towards the drinks table. Offering t

come at a price. The tray felt heavy in my hands, but I

a steady smile. My fingers were shaking at how heavy the tr

nyway. I had already made it halfway across the

d unfor

across the floor as the glass spilled every drink inside of it. A wave

m. His hand still holding his champagne glass, clenched tightl

d with nothing but

ca, his fiancee, spat. Standing frozen beside him,

were getting ready to capture what was comin

it d

o looked at me like I had just vomited on his

up

g....but no sound came out. The look on his f

to my expensive suit