When Zoey reappeared at the engagement party, no one questioned her red, puffy eyes and disheveled hair.
Poor woman. Her fiancé, who had been lovingly holding her hand one moment, had abandoned her the next. Crying was perfectly understandable, especially after she chased after him in high heels, only to find he had vanished without a trace.
For the rest of the party, Zoey sat at the table, lost and clutching a tissue. Guests avoided her like the plague, whispering among themselves.
The host, sweating profusely, kept checking the time, praying Alan would show up for the crucial cake-cutting moment. But by 10 PM, when the banquet hall rental expired, Alan was still missing, completely unreachable.
Zoey was politely escorted out of the hall by the hotel staff, knowing she would forever b
