"You can't, because I don't drink," I lied, trying to gauge his reaction.
"Oh, my bad luck," he sighed with mock regret, adding a playful touch to his remorseful tone.
Inside the hotel, he guided me to a pre-booked table, and as I looked around the opulent atmosphere and heard the soft music, memories of my first date with Zander flooded my mind. This place held sentimental value, reminding me of the time he had taken me here and even booked the entire hotel for our private time together. The realization that now people's interest centered around Prince Damon being here with a girl, made me feel a pang of resentment.
I hated Zander. Yes, I hated him.
We were no longer mates, and he had already moved on and was about to get married. So why couldn't I do the same? Why was I finding it s
