A/N: I LIED! IT WASN'T ACTUALLY LAST WEEK! So anyway, here's the sequel of Once Upon A Glance even though it's not actually a sequel since this story is not about Max and Fang. So basically this story is only a companion to the first one. That aside, I still want you guys to read and enjoy this story!

Chapter 1

Iggy

It was all her fault. This damned situation I'm currently suffering in is all that devil's fault. Who knew an angel like her was actually a devil in disguise?

Looks are deceiving. How stupid I was to fall for her seducing tricks.

My pride was hurt. My reputation is in ruins. My playful life has been shattered. How dare this happen to me? How can someone - a girl no less - destroy the life my precious mother has given me?

I'm no longer single. I'm marrying Miss Ella Martinez in ten days.

Beneath the high ceiling of the ballroom of Miss Lily Haney's mansion, the orchestra failed to compete with the loud roar of laughter and talking inside the room. Standing beside a statue of a Grecian lady, I annoyingly struck up a conversation with Max.

"Aren't you in the least bit worried about your husband?" I asked her, while sipping my red wine.

Playing with her glass, Max shook her head. "No, not really."

I looked down at her with a confused look. "You've only been married for year. He may be doing who knows what." I rose my eyebrows in a knowing way.

Max met my look and gave me a sneer. "If he did, he'll die trying. Besides, I already liberated him."

I shook my head in a defeated way. "Shouldn't you be obsessing over every single thing he does?"

"Iggy, you should know that I'm not that kind of wife, okay?"

I snorted and finished my glass. "And this is why I'll never get married."

Max started laughing. "I'd like to see that happen." She continued to laugh as she left to find Dr. M.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I yelled to her back. A waiter passed by me and I gave him my glass. I took another one and went outside to the balcony for some fresh air. Did I mention that was eighth glass?

As soon as I stepped outside, I drank my wine in two gulps and put it down on the stone ledge. I swung a leg over the ledge and sat down. Because it was summer and the wind was kinda humid, I loosened my tie and took off my jacket. I unclasped my cuff links and rolled my sleeves to my elbows.

I ran a hand through my sweat-drenched hair and took deep breaths. Little did I notice that I was not alone in the balcony. I closed my eyes and slightly leaned back on my right hand.

"It's pretty hot, isn't it?" A woman's voice asked me.

I opened my eyes and looked at Ella, who was sitting just a few feet away from me.

"Yeah," I agreed. Ella smiled and looked down. Maybe it was the alcohol talking or I was really out of my mind when I suddenly asked Ella, "Can I have your handkerchief?"

She looked at me. "What for?"

"I need something to wipe my sweat." Even though it was windy, I was still sweating.

Ella took out a cotton handkerchief from her pocket. Do dresses even have pockets? Do girls even carry handkerchiefs? She got off the ledge and walked over to my side.

She leaned down and started to wipe my forehead in a gentle way. While wiping, her dark eyes met mine twice and smiled twice. Little did I know that was the last time I was ever going to see her smiling eyes and her smiling face.

She straightened herself and laid the cloth beside my glass. "All done. Your forehead is now dry. I'm going back inside." With that, she turned around and started walking back inside.

Out of nowhere, my hand slipped out and grabbed the end of the ribbon around her waist and pulled. Maybe it was my strength that she turned around suddenly, tripped on the hem of her skirt and ended up pressed to me. She also let out a small scream.

Her hands trapped my face and her dark eyes widened in fear and surprise. Her lips were also pressed to mine. Not to mention the fact that her dress was all tangled up around me.

I was too busy thinking about how soft her lips were that I didn't even hear the doors opening and the voices yelling that a murderer was out to get them.

As I stared at myself in Ella's dark eyes, I realized how disgusting and surprised I looked. I also realized that I was doomed forever when hands broke us up and voices started screaming how have I gotten that nerve to take advantage of a vulnerable lady.

All the time I looked at Ella. But when Max came beside her, I met her eyes.

Her eyes told me that my life was going to change.

A/N: My schedule this week:

Wednesday - Because of You

Thursday - Under The Night Sky, sequel of Another (?)

Friday - Because of You, specials of Pretend or Not Pretend (?)

Saturday - Under The Night Sky (?)

RnR?