"Imogen, the party is tonight." Hames reminded me, like I didn't know that already. I guess we were sticking to Imogen and no longer 'Miss Mark' now.

I stopped myself from glaring at him but I ensured my face didn't read any friendly expression.

"Aren't you excited for it?"

"What's so exciting about the stupid party?" I scoffed. 

He rolled his eyes, walked up to me on the couch and sat beside me. That was definitely not an action that was comfortable for me. 

"Go to my room, there's a box on the bed. It's for you." He said indifferently, took the remote control from the table to turn on...