Natalia
I broke away from the group and walked straight to the bar, which was the first thing I saw.
"Please give me something strong," I urged the handsome bartender.
He turned to bring me a drink and said, "Sure love."
"Are you having a good time at the party?" a voice from the side said.
I shifted my gaze to the man seated next to me. With black hair, olive skin, and an Italian nose, he had a pleasing appearance. He appeared to be in his thirties. I sighed inwardly, "Not another Italian dude."
"I'm not used to such a large group," I told him.
He said, "Neither, am I. So, what are you doing here If you don't enjoy parties, why are you here?" He stated.
"I was invited," I said pausing to weigh my statement. "By my boyfriend." Slowly, I said. It was difficult not to shudder when I
