In Love, Never Say Never

I don’t like to gossip about others and I don’t like to be talked about either, especially when the topic is brought up intentionally by Joyce.

People from a small province may be kind-hearted, but due to too much free time on their hands, they tend to be very nosy.

A topic like this should either be clarified or forever kept under wraps. There’s no way I can clear the air right now, so I can only choose not to mention it at all.

Seeing that I had no intention to explain further, they did not pursue the matter. The dinner ended pleasantly around nine o’clock.

As the host, I had promised everyone to hit the bar for some drinks. I could not go back on my words.

We went to a bar in the city center.

It was quite crowded. We picked a good seat on the first floor and had a great view of the stage performance on the ground floor.

The latest songs were being played on the screen while three men, who seemed to be in their thirties, were performing a soundcheck.

After ordering some drinks and snacks, we continued yammering on. The place was not too noisy but very lively.

With flashing lights and the upbeat music playing in the background, men and women danced merrily and bobbed their heads to the rhythm.

Colin sat beside me. He leaned over and asked, “Is Ashton Summer’s father?”

His unexpected question stunned me. I looked at him; we both smiled.

it slide, and we both left

up playing some games. Colin

games. After a few rounds, I lost quite a bit

tipsy, I saw a bouquet of flowers appearing in front

was observing me

we be friends? You’re the nation’s sweetheart,

froze for a few seconds. “I’m

“How could it be? You are Nancy. Although you look slightly different without make-up, your beauty is ethereal. You

it? It’s great

debunk the boy’s perception. I showed him my identification card. “See, I’m not Nancy

my photo with disbelief. “You

politely, “There’re indeed

You’re very pretty. I don’t think

that said,

for attention. “Scarlett, you really look like Nancy,

a

I have a lot of look-alikes. In the past, people said I resembled Joyce, and then it was Cameron. Now, I’m apparently

switched the

not bothered. “It goes to show that I’m quite good

joke after all. The effects of the alcohol started to kick in and I felt