Earlier that day, his maid had cleaned up the glass from the broken whiskey bottle and straightened his room out. Vince had showered and gotten his exercises in as well, so he had mostly overcome his hangover. His headache had even disappeared. Before he headed out, Vincent made sure to put a spray of his cologne on. It smelled like the ocean, but with a hint of dark rum. With that, and a quick glance in the mirror to make sure everything was in place, he walked out of his three story penthouse and hopped in his car.
He knew that cars weren't really popular in New York City, but he loved old cars and his 1969 corvette stingray convertible was his pride and joy. The only bad part about having it was that traffic was terrible and Vince wasn't exactly the most patient person in the world. He managed though.
It didn't dawn on him that he should have brought an umbrella because of all the rain. It was still pouring down and had been since this morning. However, as soon as he thought about bringing an umbrella, the rain began to slow down until it stopped completely. The timing was perfect as he had just arrived at the fashion show. Giving the keys to the valet, he sent Giana a text letting her know he was here.
Walking in, the loud chatter instantly filled his ears from all the people scattered around. He stood near the door for a moment, looking for his fiancée.
Giana found him first though and came up to him. "About time you showed up," she spat. "make sure that you make your rounds and talk to a few people to at least pretend like your interested."
"Will do, master." he said sarcastically.
Giana glared at him. "Behave Vincent. I have to go see my friends, but make sure you meet up with me before you leave." She strutted away from him, swinging her hips as she did so.
Ignoring Giana's dramatic behavior, he walked toward the bar, hoping that alcohol would keep him from getting bored. He sat down on a barstool and ordered a shot of Vodka. When the bartender handed Vincent the shot glass, he quickly downed it. Waiting for a refill, he turned his head to scan the crowd. Models mostly, but no one Vince was interested in talking to. At least, until his eyes landed on the brown haired beauty standing near the opposite end of the bar. Vince paused on her, letting his eyes follow every curve and bend of her body. Damn, he thought. That girl is fine.
Vince knew that Giana would kill him if he flirted with a girl while she was in the same room, they had a policy when it came to cheating on each other, but Vince had to talk to this woman. Leaving his Vodka behind, he slowly moved closer to the mystery girl. As he neared her, he noticed she was talking to some guy, probably one of the many models in the joint. That didn't concern him though, he could easily get her to ditch him. Remaining confident, he continued on. When he was only a few feet away from her, she turned, and he could finally see her entire face.
It was a face he knew well, one that he hadn't seen in 11 years.
Vincent froze in his spot, not able to comprehend what his eyes were seeing. There, only mere feet from him stood Elaine Porter, his childhood sweetheart, the only person he had ever truly loved.
Thankfully, she hadn't seen him and he was able to retreat back to his place at the bar. He drank the Vodka and signaled for another one. Meanwhile, his mind was in a frenzy. What were the odds that he would see her again after all these years, and in New York none the less.
He peeked another glance at her, thinking he made a mistake.
No, it was her. It was most definitely her. She looked older and more mature, but Vince couldn't mistake that face. He cursed to himself, and his hands covered his face in frustration.
Vince followed her every movement after that. Wherever she went, he was always there, lurking in the shadows much like a stalker would. It was almost creepy, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't get his mind off of her and at the same time, he didn't know how to confront her.