ChristinaI forced a polite smile and walked further inside.Kai tightened his grip on my hand at first. Then he slowly moved behind me, hiding in the folds of my gown.“Hey… Chris.”I turned.It was Michael. Uncle Carter’s friend’s son.He was older now. Broader shoulders. Same familiar grin.My eyes flicked to the faint scar on his forehead.I remembered that night too clearly. The night he asked me out. The night he stood in front of me with flowers in his hand. Later I saw him again. Bleeding. Stitches across his brow.He and Hunter had been good friends once. After that fight, they were never seen together again.When I asked Hunter about it, he shut me down.“It has nothing to do with you.”I had wanted to believe him. I did.“Long time no see,” Michael said.“Yeah.” I gave a small awkward laugh. “I was abroad. Studying.”“Really?” His eyes swept over me. “You’ve gotten… beautiful.”“Thank you,” I replied, keeping it short.Aunt Melania told me you were back,” Michael continued.
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