10. The Card Belongs to me!

For a moment, I am confused.

Of course, the card belonged to Jace Greyson. That shouldn’t create any issues, because my frickin name is Jace Greyson. Had Coraline hit her head somewhere? Was that the reason why she was acting so goddamned strange today?

“I knew that you were up to something sketchy,” Coraline goes on to say, “This card is clearly not yours, you have stolen it from somebody. Who did you steal from? Do you know how much these cards are worth?”

“What? I didn’t steal it, because that’s my card, and that’s my name,” I insist, “I’m Jace Greyson!”

The waiter looks in between us, and his brows furrow, “Sir,” he addresses me, “this is a very valuable card, and the miss’s claim is a serious offense. I don’t think I can let you go. We thought you were wealthy upon your initial reaction to our mistake, but now I’m starting to think that it isn’t the case.”

Why, the gall

I step forward and grab the card from Coraline’s hand, making her yelp, and read the name on the card.

Jace Greyson.

What was she so confused about?

And then it hits me

I wasn’t Jace Greyson always. When I was in high school, my surname was different. Instead of using my father’s surname, I was using my mother’s surname. It was only after graduating that I changed my name to what I was using now.

High school, including Coraline and Jon knew me as Jace Pastor. But Jace Pastor didn’t exist anymore. I was

secrets between the circumstances of my name which I do not want to reveal to anyone, so I decide to

“No ordinary person

how I’m supposed to convince you of

the waiter looks in between us and puts up his hands, “I’m just going to let you two figure it out. The

in the

now,” Coraline seethes, “You’re clearly a thief.

see it,” I snap back, “Also, don’t act like you’re all

she takes out her phone from the purse slung across her shoulder, “I should call the

I screech, not fancying the idea of getting entangled in a police investigation in the middle of all

night. More and more vehicles come to park in the restaurant parking lot, and music starts to come from the reception room. Clearly, the Alumni Association party was going on. So why is Coraline out here arguing with me rather than

than for her to leave me

one, in fact, I do not like it at

I got an

idea you’ve

to do this,” I sigh,

What?”

I really am,” I reply, “I’ll call my driver now to pick me up, and he’ll set things straight. I’ll use this card and prove to

“You want me to go to dinner with

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