Chapter 31.

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NIKOLAS

As the water from the shower head runs down my body, my mind drifts back to the voice I heard earlier at the shopping mall and how coincidentally identical it sounded like hers. Well, it is a big world and more than two persons could speak the same way, so it is should not really be a big deal. I just could not fathom why the thought kept re-occurring in my head.

I don't have a date this night, which I am totally cool with. It is quite unbelievable how I have changed with the presence of just one woman. I guess she was just a passing phase in my life.

I get into the car and the driver takes me to the venue for the event.

"Thank you. I will give you a call you when it is time for me to take my leave." I say to him, to which he nods his head in understanding.

"Welcome, Sir. I will help you with directives to your designated table. What is your name, please?" One of the ushers by the door asks.

"Nikolas Galanis." I state and he looks through a list in his hands.

"Alright, Sir. Your table is number 15, just by the right. Enjoy the party." He smiles as he informs me and I leave to locate it.

"Hi." A lady says while attempting to speak to me in a sweet voice as I get to the table and sit down on the chair that has my name attached to it.

"I am Yuhanis." She speaks up. I just nod my head in response, not really interested in what she had to say. I know her type, I can perceive their characters anyday.

The event swings into full action as everyone is jolly and celebration is in full mode.

Here I am, sipping the wine from my brand as we engage in conversations on my table when...

"Hello, what will you like to be served?" That voice, the same voice I heared today. In a swift motion, I lift my head to look at its owner but nothing could have prepared me for what followed after. The cup in my hand slips off and goes crashing.

The shattering of the cup on the floor catches the attention of many as they turn to our direction, watching the drama.

"Amethyst!" I say and gasp in disbelief, looking into her eyes. My eyes leave hers and properly look at her from head to toes. Asides adding a little bit of flesh in some places, she still looks the same.

Clad in a sinfully simple dress that emphasizes her body figure and her curves, she looks gorgeous.

Clad in a sinfully simple dress that emphasizes her body figure and her curves, she looks gorgeous

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The dress

In anger, I stand up and pull her hand to me, looking for a secluded place where I could stop. Turning my face to look at her, I speak.

"So, you have been hiding all these past years?" This is unbelievable.

"First of all, I am not Amethyst. My name is Rosalie. Secondly, get your filthy hands off me, you brute." She shoots back. I let out a low curse and close my eyes then open them again just to be sure I am not hallucinating but no, she is still there, folding her arms against one another and glaring at me with venom. Even her attitude and her loud mouth did not change. I chuckle but deep down I am seething with anger.

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