Knightly’s P.O.V
I paced up and down the huge living room, close to pulling my hair out from the stress. Why? Why me? Why couldn’t things just be simple? All that had to be done was we throw the party, I get Damien a little drunk, kiss him to the point where he can even think straight –pun intended – and then win him over with little gestures. But no…everyone had to be involved. There always has to be a way to complicate the plan. The day of the damn party and I’m millimetres away from cancelling.
“Kni, I don’t see what the big deal is” my father stated warily. He and my mother had been sitting on the couch the whole morning watching me do this, ever since they told me the news.
“Don’t see what the---- really!!! Really, dad!” I yelled, throwing my hands in the air, “Mum, reason with y
