So much for a beauty rest.... My dear epic has been killed! Right here at this damned 10 year reunion. I wasn't even going to come. The things some of these pathetic women wear; ungodly. But epic, he had class.... Sure, there are those who will tell you he and I didn't get along, but it was the friction which we mutually found irresistable... He's truly the entire reason I chose to make an appearance; I've missed his cheeky remarks and sideways glances as I sauntered past him, wearing his favourite pink evening dress and Chanel No. 5. The way he inhaled deeply and the lusty gaze he'd discretely cast my way. Why discretely, you ask? Deary, a girl doesn't tell all her secrets to a perfect stranger, now does she?