I walked away from the ladies and glanced around for Mich. Thankfully, he was nowhere in sight, so I hurried to the buffet stand and began to serve myself. I could be lucky to finish eating before he shows up. And if he catches me eating, then so be it. Didn't they say a living dog was better than a dead lion? Whatever.I picked up a tray and made my way to the stand. Firstly, I heaped some pasta by the side, added two chicken skewers and some salad, with a bit of cheese. I didn't fail to grab a glass of champagne too.I chose a quiet corner of the hall where a few people were settled, and began to dig into my meal. But this time, I ensured I ate like a queen, like I was filming for a food commercial, so that I wouldn't pass off as a hungry cow, according to Mr. Michael Monte.Barely three minutes into my meal, a shadow towered above my table. I didn't need to look up to tell that it was Mich, so I just kept on eating, and ignored him.“Seriously, Bonnie?" I paused this time and loo
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