WALK WITH YOU: PROLOGUE

Prologue

Present Day 

This. This can't be happening. 

I knew I felt that familiar warm fluttering feeling in my stomach and I ignored it. 

Stupid. 

I would face palm myself if it wouldn't make me look absolutely crazy in front of all these people I'm pretending to know. 

I can do this. 

Or I could just send myself sprawling across the floor and hide underneath one of the beautifully laid out dining tables until the charity gala is over. No, no I can do this. 

He doesn't look that good, does he? 

Yup, sure does! 

I really have tried to forget about him. It doesn‟t help when you‟ve dreamt of the person almost every night for a few months. 

So what if I've googled him over and over to see what he's been up to… with her. 

I'm. So. Screwed. 

As much as I've tried to convince myself in the last 6 months that that night meant nothing, that he has a girlfriend forgetting him has been the bane of my existence. I've felt like such a lovesick ass, that after I told my closest friends about that night a few months ago, I've avoided the subject ever since. I don't think my best friend Ella is convinced. She sucks like that, always knowing what I'm thinking before I realize I'm thinking it. She's too perceptive when it comes to my useless love life but damn I love that girl. 

Now here he is, charming the panties off all of the women in the room and making the men think twice about their nonexistent gym memberships. 

My stomach does another flip when I see a small hand in his bent elbow and then another being placed on his broad chest. Her melodic laugh sounding like nails on a chalkboard to my ears. That's her. The reason I cut that night off. The reason I ran with my tail between my legs even before I knew the truth. The reason we could never be.