Ashley's phone vibrated against her lilac satin dress. The handsome and chivalrous man who sat beside her, with his right arm over her shoulder was engrossed in a rather important discussion on the phone.

The soft jazz music did nothing to calm her nerves, she continued to brush her sweaty palms against her thighs, ignoring the beeping sound from her iPhone. It could be anyone, including Kenji.

The vibration became too quick to ignore. She picked up her phone and pressed her ...