Christian Fontana and Tate carmen Romero come from different worlds, but never did he think he'd cross paths with her again.
It's a small world. Smaller than they think. Who knew there were more connections then the ones playing around in their hear...
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4 years earlier...
I shot my head up, a smile spreading across my face as I scanned the ballroom. I haven't seen so many people in one room before.
Whoever made the guest list for this event must be rich and powerful as almost everyone in this room looked that way.
Even though I organised this event, I feel out of place. This particular event was exclusive, almost aristocratic with its money and political connections. I was chosen to organise the event this year as I was voted an amazing amount to become the new owner of Everskin.
I smiled at the waiter, as I plucked a glass of champagne off his tray. I turned to the left and sighed at the sight of my best friend flirting with a man who looks double her age.
She turned her head to me raising her eyebrows. I roll my eyes in amusement.
"Tate! Tate!" I hear my name being called over from across the room. I groan quietly in annoyance seeing the voice belonged to my boss.
In a few steps, I arrive in front of her. "Good evening Mrs Holden, everything okay?"
She sighs. "Yes pretty good so far but I need you to do me a favour.."
I raise my brows prompting her to go on. "Mr Fontana, the man I told you who owns the amazing hotel we worked at, is here and I need you to talk to him. Maybe persuade him to look into Everskin products for his massage therapy rooms."
My eyes widen. I hate talking to people I don't know. I get socially awkward.
Mrs Holden sees the look on my face a gives me a slight smile. "This is important, this could get us a lot of money."
I nod, looking at the direction she's pointing at and I start nervously making my way towards where he's standing.
"Good evening Mr Fontana my name is T-" I start but I get instantly interrupted.
"I'm not interested.." He lets out, continuing to talk to the man in front of him.
"What? No, I was actually-"
"I'm not buying anything your selling." He sighs drinking his glass of wine. My eyes widen at his rudeness. This is exactly why I hated events like these sometimes. They were filled with hundreds of snobby and rude rich people.
I turn my head to see my best friend wave me over. I groan again, trying to balance myself. I'm not sure how some women wear heels almost every day of their life when I can barely manage for the night.
