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.

would let it slide, and we both

dull to just sit and drink, so we ended up playing some

a few rounds, I

saw a bouquet of flowers appearing in front of

everyone was observing me with

boy in his early twenties introduced himself. “Hi, I’m Matthew. Can we be friends? You’re the nation’s sweetheart, Nancy, right?” His bashful expression

for a few seconds. “I’m not Nancy. You’re

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

it? It’s great being young

with an idea to debunk the boy’s

my photo with disbelief. “You both look

replied politely, “There’re indeed many doppelgangers in

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

that said, he

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

a faint

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

said Colin as he switched the glass of wine

bothered. “It goes to show that I’m

effects of the alcohol started to kick in and I felt a little dizzy. After footing the bill, I