As Aya walked away from their table, the only thought she has is to get away from there and be alone. But it looks like fate has a different plan for her. Because as she turned left amidst the crowd of people to exit the premises, she bumped into someone she wished she never did.
“Aya…”
“Aaron.”
Aya said in disdain as she looked at Aaron blankly while the latter was smiling broadly at her.
“It’s great to see you here.” He said.
“I can’t say the same,” Aya mumbled and tried to walk past him but Aaron grabbed her arm.
“Hey, I just got here and I haven’t greeted the celebrant yet,” Aaron said.
Aya looked at his hand on her arm before she looked at him.
“I am not the celebrant. My grandpa is at the front.” Aya told him and then she pulled her arm off his hold.
“Excuse me.”
Aya was a
