The returned Ex.

The night I waited for. It was cold. All were dressed in tuxedos, leaving the ladies in strapless dinner gowns.

I silently cursed the decorator. You want to know why? The design was too luxurious and extravagant for my liking. See me talking like it was my party. Behave Leigh!, I cautioned myself.

There were disco balls hanging and the DJ rocking different beats which I found inappropriate at the peak. Deep down, I knew it would have been Mason’s idea cause he was a party animal. From nowhere, I pitied the grumpy Logan Hunt,the big cheese of California. Perhaps he hated the decor as well.

I only predicted that because of his cold character. Maybe he liked it.Then I sited Mo and Mason, vibing to the beats the DJ made. I deeply sighed at their foolishness. Then I saw them approaching me with a drink in their hands.

“See who we have here Mo!” Mason said, still moving his body to the beats.

“Yes. You're rocking this dress baby girl.” Mo said and shot me a grin.

It was a red short straples