The Day I Kissed An Older Man

A woman in a light purple dress stood behind them with a confused expression. "What brings you here, Lucas?"

"Nothing in particular," Lucas replied curtly, releasing Melody.

The woman approached Melody and sized up the latter with a smile. "That dress is a one-of-a-kind masterpiece. I was told it had been reserved when I tried to order one. Who would've thought that I'd see it or someone here."

Melody knew that Lucas had chosen an expensive dress, but she did not think that it would be that limited. "I'm just borrowing it for the evening," she explained.

The woman smiled faintly. "I see."

Something in the woman's natural-sounding tone seemed to make Melody a little uneasy. There was a subtle hostility that Melody could not quite place her finger on. They had never met before, so that beckoned the question of why the woman was showing such animosity toward her. A sudden thought occurred to her, and she glanced at Lucas with a brewing suspicion that he was the reason.

Lucas. "Grey suits

other for quite some time. Melody observed their unspoken rapport with curiosity as she wondered what history those two had. "Black is more formal," Lucas replied

in her memory seemed to click. That woman seemed to have been someone whom she had seen on the big screen before. Then, it hit her. "Wait a

smile. "Today's my birthday celebration, and I'm so glad

out that the extravagant event was Stella's

know that was the case and felt a little awkward.

are you from?" Stella was implying that she did not know Melody at all and was curious

turned to

to Lucas.