14

As Dariya got home that evening, her brother was waiting for her. We have a perty to attend. That was an order. Dariya said nothing and ent back again to get ready. Nara had chosen her the gown already. Long sleeve, high collar electric blue lace, fish tail party gown with velvet similar blue pumps. Dariya kind of liked the dress and began to get ready. She put her hair up and and went down stairs. Nara was already ready and waiting for Dariya. She was wearing a black one shoulder lace gown with black high heels.

They got in their Land Cruiser, and left for the party. Dariya knew she was going to be the prey that evening. They passed through Mary's shop. Dariya saw Lu Han sitting inside, probably looked like eading something, smiling in his own bubble. He had headphones connected. 'He is still the same' she thought thinking of how much he loved music. He used to take guitar classes until they split up. Dariya always wished to live such simple life. Nara and Devon seemed be in their world alone talking with people and sharing business thoughts as they reached the party hall, while Dariya sat there stuck smiling wishing to run away. She kept checking her watch and the time didn't seem to go at all. It was only 7. 30 p.m. "Hey." Someone came and sat in front of her. "Dariya?" he asked to confirm. "Yes," she said. "I'm the rich bastard you cursed." He introduced himself. Dariya kept both her hands on her mouth, shocked. She said nothing, she couldn't. I just came there one day to see Devon when our family spoke about it, but I head the voices and I knew it was a bad time to visit. So I left. Don't tell Devon though. I didn't tell anyone too." He said smiling. He looked like a warm person. She still didn't say anything feeling totally embarrassed. He smiled. "Don't worry I have no problem with that. You looked and sounded bold. That filled all of my categories I needed to see in my woman. And you are of course pretty." He said without hesitating a thing. Dariya took the glass of drink kept in front of her drink. He sat smiling there looking at her. "I'm sorry." She said at last. "No no it's fine. You say so many things when you are angry but that's fine."

"No, I meant them all." She corrected him. But he took it coolly. "Who cares?" he replied.

"Not even a bit?"

"Nope. It doesn't lie in our hands." He shrugged looking at the guests and smiling.

"Won't you fight then?" she asked curiously.

"There Is no more point in that. I see no point in that anymore." He said and looked back at her.

"Then you don't pass the test for me to see you as the man I will be willing to spent to time with." She said smiling and keeping the glass back.

"No, I didn't mean that way. I mean." She smiled again and he stopped stumbling and laughed. He then took a drink and sipped on it.

"My rebel against them has ended me up to my parents making the decision to marry me off to you. Uncle was the one who introduced about you at home. We saw you for the first time at your brother's wedding. Then recently at another party. That's when I noticed you."

"Uncle?" she asked him doubtfully.