Two weeks passed, and the night of the event came quicker than I had expected. I rarely saw Nash around campus and every time I saw Brady, there was always a smile on his face when he saw me. And a watchful eye. True to his word, he had sent the invitations to my room the day after we spoke. The black and red embossed invitation with gold ribbon sat open on my desk, my eyes taking in every inch of it as I tried to prepare myself to live with what was going to be an interesting ...