“You’re here! They made me drink too much,” Zachary said, pulling me into a hug, sounding almost like he was whining. I hugged him back, but the excitement I’d felt earlier was quickly turning into frustration.
We’d been together for five years, and yet Zachary still acted like a kid around me. I couldn’t help but smile at how clingy he was.
“Is this Madeline? I’m Emma,” a soft voice said. I turned and noticed a beautiful, petite girl sitting next to Zachary. Her voice was gentle, her skin flawless, and she was stunning. I didn’t recognize her, but since Zachary always kept a high profile, I figured she should know I was his girlfriend.
“Emma just got back from abroad. This is her welcome party,” Zachary explained, introducing us. I greeted Emma politely, but when I shook her hand, my heart skipped a beat. She was wearing a diamond ring, a limited edition designed by my favorite designer, D. Armstrong. Zachary had taken that ring months ago, and I’d found it in a rarely opened cabinet at our house, thinking he was going to propose.