Hope's POV
Of all the people I could have bumped into, Grant was the last person I was expecting to see here tonight. He looks so different from the way he looked earlier on. Unlike the rugged rough guy I saw earlier on, right now, he looked like a perfect gentleman in a suit. His hair is neat and he smells like a dream. I did mention earlier on that the man was handsome, I didn't do him any justice.
"Hey... Grant right?" I said to him.
"You remembered my name, Fancy seeing you here tonight..." He said. A waiter walked by with a tray of champagne flutes, he took two and gave me one, he took the empty glass I was holding and put it on the tray.
" Yes, I love art," I said to him.
"My friend is the one doing the exhibition tonight, I am here to support him but I do find joy in finding
