Jerome took a huge gulp from his glass of whiskey as his mind replayed back to what happened at the Valentine's special at the Deon's Realty. He rubbed his face in exhaustion and tilted his glass as a sign for the bartender to refill it.
Flashback...
He looked around the noisy and filled hall when he didn't see any sign of his fiancé and he felt unhappy at that. His blue eyes ran around the room, still no sign. Plus it wasn't going to be easy with the way red flashed everywhere.
Jerome rubbed his wet palms on his suit. It always happened whenever he was vexed. He began to make his way towards the exit of the hall when he stepped on the hem of an overflowing red gown that looked more like a wedding gown.
"Hey!" The feminine voice barked almost softly.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose a
