Rewriting My Story
It was my 22nd birthday party and my engagement party with Conrad.
Maybe God wanted to give me a second chance; in the blink of an eye, I was reborn.
Not only was I alive, but I was back at the age of 22.
This year, Harmon International was thriving, and my father had made it into the top ten on the Forbes list.
This year, Conrad and I were still not engaged.
"Of course, she's having a headache," someone behind me chimed in with a tone of malicious glee. "Yesterday, Conrad admitted in front of the media that the little secretary is his girlfriend."