My heart was pounding faster and faster, my brain was about to explode by the possibilities. I checked my pocket, and the touch of a velvet box gave me some confidence. I was going to propose to the girl of my dreams. I stood up. Nikki looked at me with her sparkling blue eyes. I bent on one knee and pulled the ring out of my hand. “Nikki Jordan, will you marry me?” Suddenly, Nikki’s face twisted into something else. Her face turned wicked, her eyes lightened with flames. “How could you, Tristan? I trusted you with my heart and you betrayed me.” She lifted the champagne glass on the table and banged it on the wooden surface. The beige liquid scattered everywhere and then dropped on the floor, drip by drip. The inevitable had happened. She said no. What am I going to do now? And then my phone alarm started ringing. Alarm, now? Why the hell is it ringing now? Shocked, I woke up, dripping in sweat.
