An hour has passed, and I've been evading Alejandro as much as I can.
Even when it was time to eat earlier, when I saw him approaching the table where they placed the drinks, I walked to the other side of the ballroom and pretended that I was just walking around.
Because of adrenaline-pumping inside my veins, I asked for ten glasses of water to deliver it to our table just to cover up my ignoring-Alejandro thing.
And drinking them all by myself wasn't filled to the brim, so it was easier for me to drink it.
It was like I was thirsty for days, and it would be the first time I drank water.
My mother told me that I was acting weird.
But how could I not be thirsty?
When that walking handsome Greek- Italian God walked and breathed in the same room as me, that made me feel dehydrated?
Th
