Chapter 18

I remember Lord mentioning about the party he's going to attend. He even asked me if I want to go with him, but I refused. I guess, this party is the one he's been talking about.

Now, I just arrived. I am here to claim my should-be position—the part where Bridgette is now in. I am the first choice, the supposed-to-be Lord Lavigne's date in this party.

With my royal blue dress shining like the seawater as it reflects the starry night sky, I headed to the wide and tall double-door of the venue.

The two men at the entrance looked at me in awe, amazed by my refulgent face. Oh, am I just praising my self? No, of course not.

"Good afternoon, Miss." The one in a cyan tuxedo smilingly approached. "What's your name?"

The brunette guy in a vintage-color suit asked, "Do you have an invitation?"

I blinked my eyes . . . and blinked again. "Invitation? What invitation?" I asked, ignoring the first one who asked my name. Of course, I know what invitation he's referring to, I'm just a little bit cons