The next morning me and Toary each packed our suitcases; they were just small ones perfect for a two-night stay. Christy had been able to pull some strings at the 5-star hotel where she worked and got us each our own suite for a really low price. It was nice having connections in a big city like Toronto where everything else was already so expensive.

I went over all the things I had packed one more time before zipping the luggage shut. Some formal wear, some more casual, the necessities, and a few special pieces in case things got interesting. I wheeled the suitcase over to the front door where Toary's already stood. I checked the note on my phone where I had jotted down all the things we might need, and then looked up at my best friend.

"We good to go?" I asked, sliding the phone into my back pocket.

The shorter blonde strode my way, tucking her phone and a few snacks into her purse. "Yeah," she replied. "I think we have everything."

Together we exited our apartment complex and out into the always-busy streets of Toronto. From there we walked the short distance to the nearest bus stop, and hopped onto the first bus that would take us in the direction we needed to go. It wasn't a long trip; only about 40 minutes or so. And soon we were entering through the grand doors of our hotel. Me and Toary took in our surroundings, eyes sparkling. We loved luxurious hotels, and this one was no exception.

We walked to the front desk and checked in with none other than Christy herself.

"Girl you weren't exaggerating about this place," I remarked, still glancing around me. "It's absolutely gorgeous!"

Our friend smiled. "Wait 'til you see your rooms. They spare no expense when it comes to the suites."

And boy, was she right! We took the elevator to our floor; my room happened to be the first one we passed as we walked down the hallway so we checked that one out first.

"Holy crap!" Toary gasped, spinning around in the middle of the spacious main room. "This room alone could be bigger than our apartment!"

I, too, was taken aback at just how grand this suite was. I had been in some nice hotels before, but this one beat all the rest by far. This main room was what you walked into when first entering the suite, and it was furnished with a large flat-screen TV and two beautiful white leather couches. The floor was dark hardwood but the middle of the room had a faux fur area rug underneath a coffee table that matched the colour of the floor. The room off to the left of the living room was a large kitchen, which also had a four-person bar-height dining table. To the right and through double doors led to the bedroom, which had a King-sized bed, white leather love-seat, and crisp white chest and dresser. It also had a large closet and an adjoining bathroom, which accented a gorgeous marble counter-top and large Jacuzzi bathtub.

"Wow," Toary breathed. "If my room is as good as this one, don't be surprised if you don't see me all weekend."

I laughed. "But a room this big is no fun all by yourself. You need some company," I winked at her before adding, "and we'll both find that at the wedding tomorrow."

"Yeah, if we get in," my friend replied as I hoisted my suitcase onto the bed to be unpacked later. I walked out of my suite with her to join Toary as she went to hers. It was only a few rooms down, and she slid her card-key into the slot on the door.

"Oh, think positive," I reassured her as we walked in. "I have a good feeling about this wedding." I laughed. "And that's saying something because you know how I hate all of them."

Toary's room ended up being almost identical to mine, just with different colours and slightly different furniture arrangement. The layout of the rooms was the same, with spacious kitchen, TV room, bedroom, and bathroom.

After leaving her things in the suite, Toary suggested we get some brunch. "It'll give us a chance to get a lay of the land and check out The Great Hall," she said as she fixed her makeup in front of the mirror in her bathroom.

Nodding, I added, "And later tonight we can hit up one of the nearby bars and see if we can spot any of the wedding guests."

Together we made our way back down to the main floor and out of the hotel.

See, me and my best friend had devised a plan. We figured that a sure-fire way of getting into the reception was cozying up to one of the more easy-going wedding-goers the night before, if we could find some. That way, if the bouncer at the door tomorrow needed proof that we knew someone, we could just ask him to go request "so and so" to confirm who we were. If we got lucky, the persons we had talked to the night before would be glad to see us again and gladly welcome us into the party. It was something we had always wanted to try at a bigger event, and from the sounds of it this wedding would be the best opportunity.

"If it's a celebrity couple," Toary stated, "they've kept their special day a pretty good secret. On the bus ride here, I searched everything I could on events happening at The Great Hall and found nothing, other than that it was booked this weekend.

"Well then let's cross our fingers that it'll be worth the trip," I stated as we walked the streets and found a little cafe where we could eat.

"How about him?"

"No."

"The one by the bar?"

"Nope."

"Damn. How can you read people so quickly?"

I smirked. "It's a gift."

Toary laughed. "Well, whatever it is, it's making me miss out on all these potentially hot hook-ups."

"Oh well don't let me stop you," I replied, giving her a sidelong glance as I sipped from my martini. "I can crash a wedding by myself."

"Ha. You're not getting rid of me that easily." My friend motioned to the waiter to top of her drink and leaned back a bit more in her seat. "We've been at this bar for almost an hour. Don't you think we should check out another place?"

My eyes continued scanning the bar-area as I answered, one of my arms resting over the back of my chair. "Just a few more minutes-" I trailed off as a pair of young men came in through the front doors of the establishment. Toary followed my gaze, and the two of us made eye contact. "See?" my eyes said, and I grinned.

I waited until the two men were standing by the bar before getting out of my seat and motioning to my friend to follow. We strode smoothly towards them, our high heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor. The both of us leaned against the counter a few paces away from them and ordered ourselves each a drink. I could feel their eyes on us, and Toary tilted her head at me slightly with a grin. Once again, we were dressed to kill, and it was in a situation like this where is was very useful.

Without haste or apparent eagerness, I turned my head in the two guys' direction and gave them a quick once-over. Both were well-dressed in semi-casual attire. One wore an off-white V-neck shirt with dark jeans and a denim jacket, and the other donned a navy polo under a light blue blazer paired with khakis. I mentally claimed the one wearing the denim jacket; his dark hair was swept back, he had just the right amount of scruff, and his deep-set eyes gave him a somewhat dark vibe. Personally, I liked my men a little rugged.

"Hey," I said simply, directing my conversation to the first man. "You two from around here?"

"No," he answered, and gestured to his friend. "We're here for our friends' wedding."

Me and Toary faked enthusiasm. "No way! Who's getting married?"

"Oh you've probably seen them on TV... Josh Bowman and Emily VanCamp." He paused, waiting for our reaction. The names didn't ring a bell, and when he saw our slightly-clueless expressions he continued. "They co-starred on the show 'Revenge'..."

"Oh yeah!" Toary piped up. "I remember now. I just knew them by their character names which is why I didn't know at first who you were talking about."

I shrugged. "I never watched the show, but good for them. Are you two in the bridal party?"

The second man shook his head. "We're just good friends." He nudged man #1's arm. "Stud here used to date Emily in college."

I gave a surprised look and laughed slightly while the first guy shook his head with a sheepish smile on his face. "Yeah, well," he said. "That was a long time ago." He looked back up at me and Toary. "Anyway, my name is Sebastian, and my embarrassing friend here is Charles."

Me and Toary shook their hands while introducing ourselves, and the four of us decided to sit down at a table rather than at the bar, so we could communicate better. Toary sat beside Charles and I took the place beside Sebastian. As the evening went on, however, my friend and Sebastian's friend got caught up in their conversation and I angled my chair so that I was facing the dark-haired man beside me more directly.

"So, Sebastian," I began, leaning back in my chair and crossing my legs, "what do you do for a living?" The dress I was wearing wasn't particularly short, but it did ride up my thighs slightly as I reclined. I casually pulled it a bit further down, and I saw Sebastian's eyes follow my movements. But as soon as I stopped, his gaze casually met mine again. "At least he's not an obvious perv," I jokingly thought to myself.

"I'm an actor," he answered, leaning his right side against the edge of the wooden table and placing his corresponding arm on top of it. He had taken off his jacket earlier and now his well-toned muscles caught my attention for a moment. But I made sure my line of vision didn't stay there too long and I looked back up at his face as he continued. "I've been in a few movies and guest-starred on some shows. I'm still trying to make it big but something like that rarely happens over-night."

I nodded, genuinely interested in what he was saying. "That's a first," I thought, and took a sip out of the wine glass I was nursing. Maybe it was the alcohol.

"There's this casting call for a big-time Marvel film, but I doubt I'll get the part."

"What do you mean?"

"Apparently this movie is a big deal, and it's pretty nerve-wracking trying out for something that high-budget. Like I said, I haven't been a part of something particularly big yet."

"But you'll never know if you don't try," I stated simply. "I mean, I don't think I've seen any of your movies. But just from talking to you, it really makes me want to check them out." Wow. I actually meant that. Who had taken over my body today? "You've got true passion for what you do, and that should be enough."

I boldly reached over and lightly touched his hand. It was the perfect balance between being rough and being smooth, and he didn't tense under my contact like I expected him too. Instead, while both of our hands remained comfortably rested on the table, he began to lightly run his thumb along mine. The feeling didn't send jolts of electricity to my heart (I wasn't a love-sick teenager anymore), but it was comforting and almost... loving. Okay. Now I was really going crazy. But nevertheless, I enjoyed the calm sensation between the both of us. He looked right into my blue eyes with his bright teal-coloured ones, and smiled.

"Thanks," he said simply but earnestly. "That means a lot."

I smiled back at him. We continued talking about random things in our lives, from hobbies to interests and even family, which was something I didn't usually talk about with the guys I had been with before. But Sebastian's calm demeanour and the way he seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say made him extremely enjoyable and easy to talk to.

The evening flew by, and before we knew it me and Toary were exiting the bar with our new friends. The four of us stood just outside of the building, with Toary and Charles chatting off to one side and me standing with Sebastian close to a nearby street-lamp. The soft glow from the light gave the actor's sharp facial features the perfect accents as he kindly draped his denim jacket over my shoulders. The nights could still get a bit chilly, and I welcomed the comforting warmth the dense fabric gave.

"Thanks," I said, and pulled the jacket more securely around my arms. A waft of his cologne reached my senses; not over-powering and just the right blend of classy and casual. Why was everything about this man so perfect?

"My pleasure," he replied. Sebastian looked over his shoulder at his friend and Toary, who were slowly walking towards us now. "Do you mind if we walk you two back to your hotel?"

After a nod from Toary, I answered. "Not at all."

During our walk, Toary and Charles stayed behind us a bit while we walked at a steady pace towards our hotel. It wasn't a long walk, and I found myself not wanting it to end. It was surprisingly very pleasant having Sebastian beside me, and I leaned into him when he put his arm across my upper back just below my shoulders. We didn't talk much, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence; it felt like we had known each other for years, and were simply enjoying each other's company.

For a while the only sounds that could be heard was the click of my high heels against the sidewalk and the occasional vehicle that passed us by on the road. With me leaning against Sebastian's shoulder, I could also hear the steady rhythm of his breathing and occasionally the soft beating of his heart. This was so different from my past experiences with men; there were usually no romantic walks or intimate conversations that made me think about a serious relationship. But there was something so comforting about the young actor beside me. He made me feel... I'm not sure what it was, but it was definitely something I didn't think I'd felt before.

I was pulled from my own thoughts at the sound of Sebastian's voice. "I had a really nice time tonight," he said softly, glancing my way as he spoke. "I definitely wasn't expecting to spend my evening with a beautiful woman like yourself, but it was a pleasant and welcome surprise."

I laughed softly, looking at my feet before meeting his eyes. I smiled. "I had a great time too. We'll have to do this again sometime." I surprised myself by saying that. Usually it was the guy who wanted me more after the first time.

Sebastian returned my smile. "I'd like that." He momentarily removed his arm from my back to get his phone, and I found myself immediately missing his touch. God, this man was too much.

"Here," he said, handing me his phone. "Put your number in. I'll send you a text right after so you'll have mine right away."

I gladly obliged, and he sent me a text before sliding the phone back into his pocket and putting his arm around me again. I felt my phone vibrate in my purse, and I couldn't help but grin. I had made an acquaintance with an actor, and now I had his number. Geez. Maybe I was a love-sick teenager after all.

We reached the lobby doors of our hotel, and I reluctantly returned Sebastian's jacket. He smiled gratefully and slung it over his shoulder before hooking his thumbs in the pockets of his jeans.

"So," he said at length. "I guess I'll text you?"

I nodded. "Sure."

There was a short pause, our eyes locked, and I couldn't help myself. I took a careful step towards him, reached up, and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. Stepping away, I smiled at him, and he smirked back.

"See you soon?" It was meant to be a statement, but it came out as more of a question. Sebastian nodded, replying softly. "Definitely."

With that I turned towards the door of the hotel, just in time to see Toary and Charles hug goodbye before she too turned towards the entrance. The two of us walked up the steps to the doors, and I denied every urge I had to turn around and look at Sebastian one last time before entering.

I at least needed to keep some of my dignity intact.