FIFTEEN

DEVON

Looking at the watch, it was 6:30, yet she was nowhere to be found. The party was now finishing up, and many guests had come to toast me.

“Mr. Devon, I heard you had a fiancée. Where is she now?” one of them, a brawny man, asked.

“She was busy and couldn’t come,” I replied.

“I bet you missed her, right?” an old man said jokingly. I only smiled and chose not to comment.

“What’s up, Devon?” It was my friend Andrew

. “Why did you come just now, Andrew?” I growled. He ignored me and dug into the food.

“I can’t allow all this food to go to waste; the party’s almost over, and no one is going to eat it. Remember, Devon, I’m doing you a favor,” he said while digging in.

I ignored his rant and asked with a rude face, “I ask you again, Andrew, why the heck are you coming now?”

He coughed and drank some wine to calm down. “I was caught up with something earlier; that’s why I’m coming now, satisfied?” He answered and continued eating.

“If you dare skip my party next time, I would have skinn