When There Is Nothing Left But Love

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.

let it slide, and we both left the

ended up playing some games. Colin did not touch a drop of alcohol because he

big fan of drinking games. After a few rounds,

tipsy, I saw a bouquet of flowers

everyone was

Can we be friends? You’re the nation’s sweetheart, Nancy, right?” His bashful expression could be

seconds. “I’m not Nancy.

quite persistent. “How could it be? You are Nancy. Although you look slightly different without make-up,

put it?

idea to debunk the boy’s perception. I showed

my photo with

politely, “There’re indeed many

you, Ms. Stovall. You’re very pretty. I don’t think I’ll ever

that said,

clamoring for attention. “Scarlett, you really look like Nancy, especially your eyes. I was also mistaken when I first met

let out a faint

past, people said I resembled Joyce, and then it was Cameron. Now, I’m apparently a twin of

as he switched the glass of wine from my hand to a glass

“It goes to show that

after all. The effects of the alcohol started to kick in