It was the night for the Met Gala, and amidst the blazing lights, everybody was in high spirits except for Adelyn. She felt so high-strung, anticipating Viggo to pop up any moment to ask her where her boyfriend was, and she had none to show him.
"Maybe I should have stayed at home. I opened my mouth, and now I'm in so much trouble," she thought as she stood near the doors, waiting for Nicholas, hoping he would come.
And right when she thought of him, the devil appeared. Viggo saunters to her side, holding a glass of champagne.
"Adelyn, looking beautiful as always. Where is your boyfriend? Did he ditch you?" He taunted.
"He did not ditch me, we even went shopping for this dress together," she defended.
"Oh! Where is he then? Wait, is he a low-grade nobody that's why you are so ashamed to bring him?" He mocked.
