Rachel
The party went well. Everyone was enjoying themselves. Nothing weird happened. No one bothered me. Well, they didn’t have the guts because I had a guard dog – Jesse’s words – attached to my limbs. I appreciated it, but I knew Cameron had to mingle with everybody else. He was, after all, the owner’s son. He still greeted everyone who came to him, but Cameron never once left my side. I even sat with Cameron and his family. Mine was on a separate table with Uncle Jason’s family and my grandparents. Uncle Alex shared a table with Uncle Zack and Aunt Lily.
The dinner was great. It was opened by diver scallops as the appetizer, followed by duck breast as the entrée, and finally, a stunning strawberry millefeuille. “How’s the food so far?” Cameron asked.
“They’re perfect. I enjoyed them
