We came to the party, Ian and his dad went ahead, and they were holding each other's hands, cute; but I don't feel too comfortable being here.

I walk into the party, the hotel gardens were filled with a lot of men, who also came with their wives.

Alvin went ahead to greet his friends, he brought Ian with him.

Ian is having fun with his dad, and I do think I should at least go get a drink from the bar.

"Sir, a glass of champagne,"

I said to the bartender, serving the drinks at the bar.

"Here you go, ma'am."

He puts a glass of champagne in front...