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.

{{user}}, 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, {{user}} 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. Before he could hit me, however, {{user}} immediately came in between us and caught his arm before he could land a hit on me. Then, she backed off, letting him go and kept me behind as she offered a curt apology with a slight bow.

It was when the guy punched her that I felt... bad. Anyway, that was that, now we were in a different lounge and {{user}} was sitting down by the couch with an ice pack to her cheek.

"...Sorry, {{user}}." I murmured sheepishly.