Stuck in the Moment

Chapter One

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Vanessa Walker

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I pushed my way through the crowd of people dancing her hearts out on the floor. I needed a drink. My feet began to ache wearing 5-inch gray stiletto heels that matched my strapless mini gray dress. The big soft curls of my long chestnut hair lay gracefully lay on my bare shoulders as I reached the counter.

I just got back in New York last night. I got a call from my favorite cousin, Alette, inviting me to come to her wedding two months from now. I was so excited and I knew she was as well. She has always told me how much she loved this guy although they've only been together for two years. I don't know the guy's name, I didn't ask. We only got limited time talking on phone. I was in Paris, pursuing my dreams, to be a fashion designer. After three years of studying, it has finally become my profession. I design dresses, clothes for men or women, especially on very important occasions of their lives-weddings, birthdays, debuts, you name it and I'll do it. I already got my own boutique, Vannie's.

Alette called me about two weeks ago. She asked me to come back to New York and attend her wedding. She knew I would say yes even if she didn't ask, but she was asking for something else. She wanted me to do the design for her wedding dress and choose the materials for it as well. She sounded so nervous when she asked me that favor as if she thought I would turn her down. I almost laughed at her. I would never do. I love her too much for me to turn down such favor, plus I'd loved to do her wedding dress. It would be special for me.

I brought my best friend with me, Ashley Lindgren. So, Ashley and I just got here last night and she told me before we go to Alette's place, we should go and party for a while.

My eyes laid on the bartender who looked pretty hot from his back. He's wearing a black vest topping his gray long-sleeved polo that hugged the masculine shape of his body. His dirty blond hair looked perfectly soft and smooth on every strand.

My lips formed into a seductive smile. ''Hey, can I get a drink here? '' I called raising my voice a little. No one else was there on the counter so I guess I could flirt with the cute bartender for a while. Ashley is a little busy dirty dancing with some hot guy who winked at her an hour ago so I guess she wouldn't mind me doing the same.

The bartender turned to face me. As my eyes studied his face, my smile dropped and my eyes widened slightly.

''Evan? '' My voice sounded more like a whisper.

His bright shade blue-gray eyes widened slightly. My eyes traced down his perfect nose, perfect masculine jaw line, fine crimson lips, and his dirty blond bangs falling casually on his forehead almost covering half of his beautiful eyes. Shit! That was my Evan! Evan Wilson is my ex-boyfriend from high school.

My mind drifted through a flashback of memories from senior years in high school.

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A week before graduation it was. Evan and I had been together for 8 years. I was his first girlfriend and he was my first boyfriend too. He'd been a very sweet and loving boyfriend to me although we usually fight because of his over protectiveness. He got himself in to fights because of this.

After school, I was in the gym watching him play basketball. He was the ace player of the school's basketball team. I wore my usual printed white v-neck shirt, denim jeans and blue-white sneakers. I sat on the bench beside Ashley. She still got the same long gorgeous blond hair, bright shade blue eyes and pinkish red lips. She was wearing a baby blue tee, black jeans and white sneakers.