I’m sorry, Emily

He looked up at Noah, as if asking for help from him.

Noah looked up at his boss and gave him the 'I don't know too boss' kind of look.

Joel sneered and looked back at the tray.

"Which one?" He muttered softly as he pressed his index finger on the tiny bud in his ear.

"The brown paper boss." Came the reply.

He nodded his head and wasted no time in picking the scrunched brown paper. He handed it over to his assistant and looked back at the crowd.

Danielle's body systems were now malfunctioning due to the paper she was staring at in Noah's hands.

Out of all the ladies in the hall, she was nervous the most.

She knew who Joel was going to dance with but she still had a tiny bit of hope it would be her.

But what if it wasn't her he picked? The shame. How was she to face people with the shame? What about the reporters?

She was still deep in thought when she heard Noah announce the name she dreaded the most in her life. EMILY CHEN.

"Ahem." Noah had cleared his throat as he unwrapped the pie