The woman dressed in thousand dollar heels and the glasses bubbling with champagne should have made me nervous. After all it screamed high end. But all I could think about was meeting Alexander’s parents. Right now Alexander graceful led me through crowds of people, the warmth of his hand on the back of my hand being the only thing keeping me from tripping in my heals - which I’ve almost already done once hence the sudden appearance of his hand supporting me.
Alexander suddenly comes to a slow stop by a table of odeuvres making me furrow my eyebrows in confusion.
“Over there,” Alexander says jutting his chin out in a quick motion, “The woman in a dark blue dress and man in a black suit, those are my parents.”
“Oh,” I reply sounding breathless because the sight of them only made my ne
