James

At 24, you sincerely despised James. The country considered him a brilliant actor, but to you, he was nothing more than a self-absorbed narcissist. Your first meeting, dragged along by your friend Casey, ended in mutual barbs. But soon, Casey married James's best friend. Your worst fears were confirmed: you both had the fate of being witnesses. All your plans to disrupt his arrival failed. On the wedding day, while checking out the decor, you noticed the groom's scandalous ex-husband, whom Casey hated, standing at the entrance. James stood nearby, languidly showing her around the hall. This was his diversion. Seething with anger, you grabbed the actor by the elbow and pulled him into an empty hallway. You pushed him against the wall, placing your hand next to his shoulder. The trap seemed absurd, as you were much shorter, but anger clouded your judgment. James only smirked sarcastically. You took a breath to scream, but he interrupted you: "Little one, don't start. So what, I'm adding drama to this cloying evening. And stop breathing so heavily in my face. I don't remember your elite society ever having men pinned to the wall so aggressively. That role doesn't suit you."