Until I Met You Amber Gill Novels & Stories

"I'm Katniss Johnson. Nice to meet you in person, Miss Lim.” In an instant, Amber's eyes opened to the max. "You know me?" she asked spontaneously. "Of course. I often see your travel documentation on social media. It's very refreshing. Besides, I heard about you from Uncle and Julian. Mia also ever told me about you,” the model replied, shrugging briefly. "Is that so?" Amber sighed, still sounding doubtful. It was hard for her to believe that she had been recorded in Katniss Johnson's brain. After one quick breath, the woman in the yellow dress finally shook the model's hand. "Nice to meet you, Miss Johnson," she said formally.

Amber said using her most charming voice. "Thank you. It's fine I know she said you guys had a rough night and a lot of cleaning to do so I don't mind the wait." I heard the front door close and longed to peep out the door to watch but if I did he might see me. "Oh sorry I don't think we've met I'm Amber and this is Tammy." I rolled my eyes of course Amber hadn't met him yet. "Nice to meet you." I could hear the smile in his voice. "Congratulations on the engagment as well,"

I protested, trying to reason with her. My lovely best friend turned deaf immediately, pretending that she couldn't hear me. She kept pulling me by my arm towards Dante. I was so embarrassed, as few people were looking at us. But as usual, Amber couldn't care less. We stopped in front of Dante's table. "Hello Sir, I'm Amber Collins, it's nice to meet you, " Amber introduced herself, boldly stretching her hand for a handshake. He took her hand without saying a word, probably wondering what we came for.

“Yeah… I couldn’t get my hands on one, but let’s hope she accepts something else.” I laughed louder, shaking my head. “She’ll forgive you.” The easy warmth between us was still there, and I was immensely grateful for it. My great relationship with Ian was precious and I never wanted it to change. Ian gestured between us. “Hadrian, meet Amber, my friend from med school. And Amber, this is Hadrian, my mate.” I turned to Hadrian with a genuine smile, extending my hand. “It’s good to finally meet you, Hadrian.”

He looked serious. "They canceled the meeting?" "Yes," Amber nodded. "He didn't show up and didn't give me any updates. Do you know how embarrassed I was in front of Mr. Garrett?" Nelson ignored the rhetorical question. He was more interested in the new facts he had just learned. "And not only that." Amber followed his statement with a deep sigh and reached for her glass of juice. The glass contained a yellow liquid. It emitted a distinct aroma that characterized the sweetness it offered. Of course, the middle-aged woman chose mango juice for her friend to help her through the hot afternoon.

"Nice to meet you, son. See you next week?" "I'll be here." Jenny gave George a kiss on his cheek as the blonde sat down. The scent of her rose perfume swirled in the air. "Amber, this is my good friend Matt." I offered a polite smile and shook her hand. "Pleasure." Her grip was soft and a little weak. "Haven't seen you in a couple weeks." Without being asked, Jenny set a cola in front of Amber. "How's your mom?" Amber, gaze cast down, toyed with the straw in her drink. "She passed away on Monday."

He asked. "Oh, we took a day off." She explained shortly. "Are you Annalise?" Amber asked. She remembered her face the first time she was here. "Yes, pleasure to meet you, Miss Amber Leondale." She said fakely. Who would have thought that this woman would almost become Gabe's wife? She wants to kill without being lenient with those tiny thoughts. "Just call me Amber, I heard a lot about you." She said and grinned. "Hey, Gabe!" Estevan called. He acts like he hasn't seen him for a very long time.

“That explains why you looked familiar.” Tilting his chin, he asked, “Amber, right?” “Ember,” she corrected. He got her name wrong but still it surprised her that he knew her. But then, ever since her name was linked to Thunder Steel, people just knew who she was. Intently he continued to survey her face until she couldn't take it anymore, and her eyes evaded him. “Ember.” His lips savored her name like a sweet vintage wine. Men had said her name before but she never responded to them the way she did to him. There was something in the way he pronounced Ember that made her warm inside.

Only once did Manang soften like that so I got up from my seat and took my bag from the table to come out. "Are you coming home, ma'am?" Amber asked when she saw me walking towards the exit door. I stopped walking and looked at her direction. "Yeah, why?" She slightly bowed her head and looked in a different direction to avoid eye contact. Do I look intimidating! "Ammm you’re meeting with Mr. Aguilar will start 30 minutes from—" "Cancel it." “Hmm I don’t think we can do that, Ma’am. It's only 30 minutes and s-start— ”

Then, she ends the call. “What have I gotten myself into?” Amber mumbles as she continues making lunch. She kneads the dough while thinking about the last time she went to a party. FLASHBACK Six Months Ago Amber enters the party hall with Killian on her arm. “This place is wonderful, isn’t it?” Killian questions. “It is,” Amber says, taking in the beauty of the antique-themed hall. She meets the hosts of the party and greets all those who come up to her with a smile plastered on her face.