"You never picked my calls."
Slate approaches her looking too confident for her liking.
Dressed in a black shiny tux, white shirt and a whole bow tie thing going on. She gulps.
"He is dashing!" She shakes her head as she tries to banish that thought from lingering in her head.
"I've been busy." She replies as she scans the place looking for a way of escape. But she is only met with maids scurrying up and down the huge house getting everything set up. And even if she wanted to, she wouldn't know which way to go.
"Lies." Her mind retorts.
"Shut up."
"You look cute when you lie." He let's out a hearty chuckle and damn she is back right there in the arena with him.
"I'm not lying." She huffs.
"Like I said, cute." He holds out his hand and Natalie just quirks an eyebrow at him.
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