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 the question

drink, so we ended up playing some

was not a big fan of drinking games. After a few rounds, I lost quite a bit and had to down a couple

bouquet of flowers

that moment, everyone was

“Hi, I’m Matthew. Can we be friends? You’re the nation’s sweetheart,

few seconds. “I’m not Nancy.

slightly different without make-up, your beauty is ethereal.

how should I put it? It’s great

it for a while and came up with an idea to debunk the boy’s perception. I showed him my identification card. “See, I’m

photo with disbelief. “You both look

indeed many doppelgangers in

presented me with the bouquet. “This is for you, Ms. Stovall. You’re

that said,

“Scarlett, you really look like Nancy, especially your eyes. I was

let out a faint smile in

resembled Joyce, and then it was Cameron. Now, I’m apparently a

faces are mostly similar,” said Colin as he switched the glass of wine from

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

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