21

Isabella. 21.

I hated it here already. It was not my scene of preference. I was surrounded by liars and pretenders who hid behind their expensive designer clothes and jewelries. My stomach sank as I caught a glimpse of Robert in deep conversation with Camila and clique.

I walked to the delicately built booth where a perky lady was standing behind it.

"I am here to put my name in," I told her.

"It's you! Damien Morretti is your fiancé!" She said like she was a fan. "I hope you win," She said.

"Thank you," I said with a smile. I had no desire to win whatever this was. It felt weird when I wrote Mr. And Mrs. Morretti but I could not deny the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. It felt like high school all over again.

After I was done, I set out to get the drinks for Damien and I but he was nowhere to be found. Odd. I glanced around only to notice that Robert was intensely looking at me.

He looked so animated with his oiled slicked back hair. He stole glances