21

Isabella. 21.

I hated it here already. It was not my scene of preference. I was surrounded by liars and pretenders who hid behind their expensive designer clothes and jewelries. My stomach sank as I caught a glimpse of Robert in deep conversation with Camila and clique.

I walked to the delicately built booth where a perky lady was standing behind it.

"I am here to put my name in," I told her.

"It's you! Damien Morretti is your fiancé!" She said like she was ...