Oh god. It really was him. He was grinning. Everything matched; peroxide hair, powder blue suit, cocky swagger.
The Korean pop star she had been crushing on for years now was within walking distance.
She could talk to him.
She could touch him.
She could throw herself at him and beg to have his baby.
But she wasn’t insane. Well not by much.
Leaving the party they find themselves lost and have to wander the labyrinth of London with no money and no phones. Will Abigail be able to let go of her insecurities and let the man she has loved from afar in to her heart before they find their way back to the hotel? Or will Ryang fly back to Korea with one less fan?