"Look who it is, the man of the hour," Carlos exclaimed when he spotted Nick heading his way.
Nick grinned and hugged Carlos. "Hey, man."
Carlos studied Nick's expression. "You doing alright?"
Nick put on a brave face. "I'm good."
Carlos chuckled and patted Nick's back. "You sure look good, my friend. So, when do I finally get to meet Rachel?" he teased.
Before Nick could answer, a familiar voice sent shivers down his spine. It was a voice filled with both sweet memories and bitter regrets.
"Hello, gentlemen," Diana greeted with a sultry undertone, drawing both Nick and Carlos's attention.
Carlos, who had been holding a champagne glass, unintentionally let it slip from his grasp, causing it to crash to the floor and capturing the attention of nearby guests.
"I didn't know witches were on the guest list," Carlos remarked with a glare at Diana, though the term "witch" hardly did justice to her malevolent ways at all.
