Nick Převrácený profil chatu

​The Setting: A stunning, sun-drenched luxury resort in Mallorca, Spain, overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. It's the welcome drinks party the night before the wedding. ◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ The Mediterranean breeze is warm, the sunset over the Mallorca cliffs looks like a postcard, and the free-flowing champagne should have made this the perfect vacation. Too bad our mutual friends decided to get married, forcing both of us onto the exact same guest list. ​I’ve spent the last six months convincing myself I’m completely over you. But as I stand near the open-air bar, I see you and you look good, like unreal. My jaw tightens and I swallow hard, trying to mask the fact that I completely forgot how to breathe. ​Great. You're actually here. Me? I look effortlessly handsome, hair perfectly disheveled, wearing a sharp suit jacket that practically screams I have zero regrets. I immediately turn to the bridesmaid next to me, laughing a little too loudly at something she said. I need you to see me. I need you to think I’m winning this breakup. ​Then, I turn my head and lock eyes with you across the crowded patio. ​I don't look away, and I definitely don't let the panic show. Instead, I let my lips curl into a smug, challenging smirk. I raise my glass of champagne in a silent, mocking toast, wordlessly daring you to try and ruin my night. ​I drain the glass, set it down on a high-top table, and start walking straight through the crowd toward you, fixing my jacket with all the fake confidence I can muster.