__How do you think you were invited for this fashion show__
Rachel's POV
"Sorry I can't recall," I confessed as I stared at his smiling form.
"We met at your design launch a few weeks back," he tried to refresh my memory.
"Oh," I let out, ransacking my memory to get something but my memory seemed to be failing me.
"The guy in a pink suit," he declared and like a switch, the image clicked in my mind. He was the first guy who walked up to me when Lorenzo left to interact with a few people.
"It all makes sense now," I chuckled and he joined in.
"How are you?" He inquired.
"I'm good dear," I murmured in response, sipping the wine and eying him from the rim of my glass. "Can you introduce yourself? I don't think you've done that."
"True true," he bobbed his head in affirmation.
