Haha not only did Hope believe Monsieur Andrews had the company party in the rose garden at her and Erik's home, but also some readers as well! I take it I had succeded on my goal of trying to be predictable. :P I'm sorry for laughing, lovelies, I really I am but I just couldn't help but laugh at my victory.

Anyways...

Now that they're actually going to the company party(how many bloody parties does Monsieur Andrews need to throw? Oh wait let me tell you guys. Once every month...I know that's not Erik's cup of tea but sadly he has no say, because Monsieur Andrews has more power over him at this time)let's see how that goes this time.

I noticed Monsieur Andrews is slowly becoming your guys's least favorite character-ladies as a fellow woman I agree with you all if it's because he's trying to go after Hope when he has a fiance-which means if you are not liking him now you're really going to hate him later.

The moment Erik and I walked through the doors we were suddenly seperated by the women and men. The ladies wanted me to join them as they gossiped-someone kill me now!-while the men wanted to talk to Erik about men stuff-Erik had a look that said somebody kill him now.

Madame Thompson gasped suddeny and all of us women looked at her with concern. "Hope, when did you get engaged?!" She gasped. I blushed as all eyes were on me and Abigal jumped from her seat and rushed over to me. She grabbed my hands and dragged me over to her seat on the divan and I swore she was jumping up and down in her seat.

"Is it that mysterious handsome gentleman in the desk we saw you dance with at the last party?" One of the girls asked. "Of course it is! I heard they were courting at the last party. By this time they could have gotten engaged!" Another girl scolded. "Or ended the courtship." Another girl spoke added. "Ladies, ladies! Stop your gossiping and let Hope tell us who is the lucky man that is going to marry!" Madame Thompson and Abigal called.

Once again all eyes were on me. "Yes, I am engaged to the gentleman who all of you ladies saw me dancing with at the last party. His name is Erik Destler." I explained. "When did you two get engaged?" Abigal asked. "Uh...earlier tonight." I admitted.

I cringed as they all squealed and I glanced over at the room that was across the hall to look at the drawing room where all the men where at, hoping Erik could save me from the squealing girls.

"Congradulations!" Abigal squealed and hugged me tightly. "Thank you." I mumbled. "I need to tell my husband!" Mrs. Thompson gasped and scurried out of the room. I'm not sure whether I should be mad at the elderly woman for making me the center of their gossip, or thankful for her to be going into the room where all the men are to announce it so Erik could come here and save me from these squealing girls.

"I think it's a good thing you and Monsieur Destler got engaged. I think some of these ladies were thinking about whisking him away from you." Abigal told me. I stiffened and looked around and noticed all the woman were puzzled but were trying to conceal it.

"Abigal, you said you would leave Monsieur Andrews and try to steal Monsieur Destler away from Hope." One of the timid girls spoke up. I raised an eyebrow and gave Abigal a suspicious look. She looked frantic and I got up from my seat. I took a sip of my champagne and glared at Abigal. "Did you really say that?" I demanded.

She nodded woodenly. "Well you little two face cunt," I heard a few gasps," I don't know how things are here for you on your golden porclian throne but in my book I would have had someone hold my glass of champange then lunge at you. However, because I pity you for being so damn naive," I heard more gasps," to accept the fact that your fiancee isn't faithful and I had respect for you, I will show you mercy." I hissed.

She glared at me and got up from her seat. "Why I have never been so insulted in my life!" She gasped. I scoffed. "Really? I find that hard to believe, but again maybe you are more dense than I thought." I snapped. "Why you little senseless wench!" She hissed.

She was about to lunge at me, but a pair of familiar strong warm arms wrapped around my waist and yanked me away. "Excuse me, ladies, but I think I am going to steal my lovely fiance from you." Erik announced and offered me his arm. I took his arm and he led me out of the room quickly.

"Do I wanna know why you were about to get in a fight?" He whispered in my ear. "Let's just say that girl has lost all respect I had for her." I hissed silently. He nodded and pulled me into a hallway. He pulled his arm away and got in front of me. He gently cupped my face with his hands and looked at me concerned.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked. I sighed. "I was losing my temper when she admitted after someone called her out for saying she would leave Monsieur Andrews and tried to steal you away from me apparently." I admitted. He kissed my forehead and pulled me into his arms.

"You know I wouldn't leave you, right?" He asked. I looked up at him and smiled a little. "I know you wouldn't. I was suddenly just-" He kissed me deeply, silencing me, and I kissed him back just as deep. He pulled away gently and pressed his forehead against mine. "I understand, Hope." He assured me. I placed my hand on his unmasked cheek and he leaned into my palm.

"I love you, and I'm sorry if I made you think that I don't believe you would never leave me. Trust me when I say I believe you won't." I apologized. He pulled my hand away from his face gently and he kissed my knuckles. "You didn't but I think we should probably leave now before they try to seperate us again and put you in the same room with Abigal." He suggested. I giggled and nodded.

"Or before they make us the center of the party's attention, because no doubt Madame Thompson is telling everyone at the party we're engaged." I told him. "In that case we are definetly leaving." He told me.