“Oh my God!” I said suddenly. “What?” “I forgot the shoe box in Jason’s car! Shit mom is going to be so mad! We need to go to Jason’s now!” Sophie cocked a brow. She threw my gown carelessly on my bed. “Why? He is coming, right? He can just bring it along.” “Maybe I can call him.” But after 5 unsuccessful calls I threw my phone on the bed. “It’s no use. Can you come with me?” I hope he hasn’t forgotten about the dinner?! He had seemed a bit distracted this morning so I gotta make sure my boyfriend makes it for my birthday. Also, I was way too distracted by his distraction that I forgot the box of shoe mom asked me to pick up from the store that morning. “Do I have a choice,” Sophie asked with a roll of her eyes. The side of her lips tilted up. “No, you don’t.” I kissed her cheek. “You are the best.” “Of course I am.” I changed my clothes and wore a pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt. Still an hour until dinner, that’s enough time to get Jason, maybe hang around for a make-out se

It can’t be! No. Your eyes are playing tricks with you, I repeated in my head. There is no possible way this ghost from my past would be here in flesh and blood, standing with his hand out to take mine. No fucking way! Nolan Pierce in flesh and blood! Except this wasn’t Nolan Pierce, this person standing in front of me walked out of GQ magazine or something equivalent. No way the Nolan Pierce I know fills out a suit like this. But here he was in front of me. I remember the green eyes because I see those green eyes every morning, afternoon and evening in Nolen. Every other thing about him from the chiseled jawline that would most definitely cut glass, to the well-groomed fingers of the hand still stretched out and the tall imposing build belongs to someone else, not the Nolan I know. Who the heck is this handsome 6-foot whatever stranger?! “Get over yourself, Chantelle and have a seat.” I opened my mouth to speak and found myself stuttering. “Y-yes ma’am.” I took a step forward to

Let’s just say the rest of my day was great. My back was bent and sprained after running to answer all of Penelope’s demands by the time I got home. Sophie’s fried chicken welcomed me home. A pop song played loudly from the speakers. I sniffed the air appreciatively making my way to the kitchen where Sophie danced in front of the pan with a pair of tongs in her hand. “Under your sexy body,” her off-key voice rose above the music. “Do you mind?” I yelled above the noise. My head pounded. She turned to see me standing at the kitchen door and immediately turned down the volume of the music. “Nice dress. Penelope’s cast away? I thought you were going to sleep over with The Dragon.” I dropped my bag on the counter, kicked off my heels, and picked a piece of chicken from the bunch she had cooling on the rack. It was delicious! “Where’s Nolen?” “In his room. I kept him busy with some comics. You are welcome.” “Sophie!” I groaned. “He should be doing his assignments…” “Done and dusted

“Dude you are even more romantic than the rest of us. Lurane is not going to expect this.” I nodded to Paul’s words, my best friend and part business associate. He has a business of his own that he built from ground up, so he’s not what you’ll call a born elite. But to be fair I envy his ease and lack of ‘inheritance’ burden. I wonder who he would have been married off to if he was among the elites. Luckily, he has been spared that unpleasantness by fate. We met in business school. Paul had an uncle that thought he was too smart for regular college and had used all the resources at his disposal to send him to one of the best schools. We attended a debate on Capitalism and Communism, had different views, and became close friends ever since. Even though he is treated as an outcast among the heirs and heiresses of old money, he doesn’t care and he attends whatever events he wants to without being encumbered with scheming mothers and fathers trying to leech off him in the name of marriag

“What a pretentious bitch.” Penelope swallowed her fourth glass of champagne. Yes she’s drunk and I am tipsy. Since I have such a great history with being drunk I decided to slow down and three my third glass slowly. I gave her a critical look. Ever since she bumped into some dude who called her ‘Penny Luv” she has been testing her alcohol limit. Although, strangely there was a very distinct red color in her cheek after her encounter with this person and if I know Penelope as much as I do, which I in fact do, she doesn’t blush for anyone. So who is this mysterious man with enough power to make the great Penelope blush?! Judging from his expensive outfit and natural titanium and diamond cufflinks, he must be an old flame or something. “I couldn’t agree more,” I said. Suddenly she clutched my hand and cursed. “Shit, don’t look now but she’s coming.” “Coming?” I couldn’t help but look in the direction she was discreetly pointing at. My heart fell. There was Lurane, tall and beautiful