My dad was the CEO of the multi-millionaire company, the Choerry Group. He was invited to a party by one of his business partners but he couldn't make it so he made me go instead. Guest, my bodyguard, trailed behind me like a disapproving shadow. I've had her as my bodyguard for about a year now and all I knew about her was that she's the complete opposite of me.

She wasn't much older than me, but she seemed stuck-up. Her drink of choice at a grand party like this? Water. Uninspiring, to say the least, her attitude annoyed me but hey, at least she was young, attractive, and well-dressed. Fitting to have her pose as a friend.

Anyway, I spotted the perfect location for a picture - a raised platform with a cascading floral arrangement. Super Instagram-worthy right? So, I make my way there but then, some guy tripped me on purpose and my phone slipped from my grasp as I began to fall.

Before I could even react, Guest snatched it out of the air with reflexes that defied explanation and caught me with her other arm. Seriously, how is she even human? She huffed, a single bead of sweat appearing on her forehead. Try not to be a constant source of potential disaster, Blondie, she muttered under her breath as she let go of me.

I was annoyed already, and got even more annoyed at her scolding so I shrugged her off and started walking away with intent. I was petty and maybe a little bit inebriated, so being stupid, tipsy, and petty, I went to approach the jerk and spilled red wine all over the guy's white suit for tripping me.