Prologue. Emma “Come on, Emma!” Kate cried, banging on my bedroom door for the fifth or sixth time. “You can’t hide in there forever. I’m sure you look fine. People are going to be here soon.”
Ward thought about it for a second and then smirked. "Ok. Good point. You know what? I'm not doing to say anything. I'm just going to ignore it and enjoy our party. Let's let them figure it out on their own." He grabbed us a pair of champagne flutes and we toasted to it. Champagne tasted a lot better when I didn't have to serve it.
EPILOGUE: "Hey there, stalker", a familiar, humor-filled voice called to me. Cole had found me. He approached down the shadowy hallways, causing my heart beat to race with a suicide mixture of feelings I couldn't even try to identify. "If I didn't know better, I would have thought you weren't happy to see me again."