The Wrong Proposal

Being a friend's plus one at a wedding where nobody knows me has benefits. Like having nothing to lose by making the scowling, handsome stranger in the corner smile.

There must be something in the wine to make me this flirty.

I playfully flutter my lashes and chat as though we have known each other for years.

Suddenly, his beautiful eyes darken, and, in that moment, it dawns on me.

No. No. No.

Not him!

We have met before-and it didn't end well.

I have to get out of here before he figures out wh...