Amelia
“Look at the one in the corner, he has been staring at you all evening,” Adele shouted over the music. The club was loud, packed, and glowing with neon lights. We have been in Paris for over three weeks now, my business deal wrapped up days ago but we decided to stay a little longer before heading back to New York.
Tonight, Adele dragged me out to one of the most popular clubs in the city. She claimed she needed a man to help her finally get Killian out of her head, so here we were. And of course, she already had her chosen Prince Charming for the night sitting close beside her, hanging on to every word.
Meanwhile, she kept scanning the VIP area, determined to pick someone out for me, even though I had told her more than once that I wasn’t in the mood. But Adele being Adele, she
