Slowly, I turned around and came face to face with Simon Parker. He looked exactly like he had the last time I'd seen him, only. . . happier. And his hair was no longer frosted blond. That was disappointing; he'd looked good with the touch of blond against his otherwise dark locks.
"I thought it was you." He smiled, hands tucked loosely in his pockets.
"Simon," I said, stunned.
Why hadn't Larissa told me Simon would be here tonight? I wanted to hug him, to tell him again that I was sorry for how I'd left things between us, but I wasn't going to do that to Trent. I knew how upset I'd be if he hugged another girl in front of me.
Trent stood closely beside me, his hand planted firmly on my hip in a show of possession.
"How are you?" Simon asked, his gaze darting briefly to Trent before landing on me. "I didn't know you were back."