My name is Dia. I have a story to tell which you think you already know. On my wedding day, after the costliest make up, rich gown, boxy suit I bought my husband and several other preparation, I was called upon and told,    "Jip is no where to be found."    Like my supposed husband ran away on my wedding day because some celebrity crush was having a show that day in Trespat Hotel.Well, like you would expect, I was mad. Who wouldn't? But what good would being mad do than earn me a therapist and probably a psychiatrist.So, now, I've found solace in revenge. I am looking for a man whom I would fool in love. Then on my wedding day, off, I pick. Foolish? Haha. By the way, Zoe, my priceless bestie,  is very much aware of my plan and is the top-notch planner.Well, before you go ahead and call me names, wish yourself this.Or let's put it this way. Go ahead and call me names, makes no differenc

      "I'm sorry about the last time."   Alex said, throwing himself on her. Dia was trying as much as possible to get rid of the sucker. At least not today.     Why did he always behave like a familiar spirit. Some annoying Titans.     "I have no idea what you're talking about."    She denied. Zoe was lookingg at them. The tuxedo guy seemed to know Alexa.      "Hey, love."    She heard Alexa say to the guy. The guy led Alexa to the table he had come from.      The most annoying of it all was that the guy dint give her a second look. Like turn back to look at her. Was she that bad? Fuck him.       She was yet to get rid of Alex, and Zoe was not helping.      She folded her arms over her boobs, looking as Alexa and the guy got to and settled amongst the other guys. Alex

       Max's office.    "Please have your seat."   His rich voice compelled her. She was a little bit on the edge but she was having her friend's back.     "Zoe."   She said, reaching out her right hand. He didn't take it, he stood up instead.  Zoe felt embarrassed and somewhat stupid for being too forward. But was she really?    The customs of rich men sucked several bags of annoyance.   Max walked over to her and took the hand she had recently dropped. He gave the back of her hand a slight peck, his soft lips caressing her velvet skin.    "Max."  He said as soon as he raised his head.    She didn't know which to choose, whether rude or romantic. Well both began with 'r'.    "Apologies if that was somehow off."  He said as he settled back into his luxurious office ch

     Three days later.     Treasure island. Petite Suite. Las Vegas.       "When again would we meet?"    The rich voice of the man embroidered with the British accent seemed to be blown across the luxurious room. He kissed her, tasting her lips differently at every time their lips met. He couldn't count the numbers of times they've kissed, but each time had its perks.     "Maybe never again."    Dia meant to disappoint him as said, shortly after she fought her mouth free. His broad face, and well cut nose were contoured at that.     "You didn't enjoy the three days?"    There was this inflection on the 't' sounds as well as the 'ay' in day. One of the things she liked about him.      "I guess I do."    She muttered. She had her eyes glued on him but was very much far away in thought

     Dance Studio.      "Empty threat, eh?"   Dia muttered, staring at the plastic sign at the top of the gate which led into the studio. WALTZ A WHILE, was the inscription on it. Twas golden but had some brown stripes.     She thought Zoe had promised to lock the studio from her or probably she was in there waiting for her.    She hadn't wanted to go to the studio in the first place, but Max was very much out of her hand. She didn't have his number yet, and he might come around.     She bunk the thought and strayed into the studio.     Twas as calm as usual inside. There was no one in the studio. The dance floor was very neat and to the far end of the east was a grand piano. That luxury had cost Zoe a fortune. She remembered Zoe saving her ass off to get it.      "Dia!"     Dia was distrac