Diana's pov:
"Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry, I didn't see you!"
It was too late by the time I came slamming into someone, the champagne flute in my hand spilling it's content all over his expensive looking suit. The man glanced at his ruined suit, his jaw twitching marginally. A waiter walked by, I dropped the empty flute on his tray.
"It's nothing," He said, taking out a handkerchief and wiping some of the liquid off his face. He raised his head up and looked at me. "I would..." He started to say but his words trailed off.
"You," I said, tilting my head to the side. "Have I seen you before?"
"No, I'm afraid not." He said, a small smile appearing on his face.
"Oh, I must have been mistaken." I said. But I can't shake it off, his face looks familiar. Very oddly familiar.
My goodness
