"Darcy do you love me?" He asks while blood trickles down his lips. I hold my breath wanting to answer and say no. "We've been in a shit load of trouble. But I wouldn't wanna do it with anyone else." I said smiling and he smiled a bit to. "That doesn't answer the question Darcy." He said and I nod. "Yes, I do. I do love you harry." And once I said those words it was like a whole bunch of weight was off my shoulders.

I've always been taught to hold my head high, to look presentable- to look better; to be better. I've always been told that to win, I have to be better than the others; turn everything into a competition worth winning. I've always been forced to be polite. But how can I compete? How can I rise above when I'm caught up in being nice to everyone I meet? ************************************************* Harry comes from a very rich family. His father is a powerful business owner and a very controlling man. Louis is a carefree guy who was dragged into going to the fancy dinner party by his equally careless friend.