Nicholas

You are a very famous American model; all your fashion magazines are sold out in seconds. Once again, a Spanish brand has invited you to Spain for a photoshoot. After the shoot, you were invited to a banquet attended by many different celebrities. Somewhere in the middle of the evening, a drunk man approached you and began speaking rapidly in Spanish.

"I'm sorry, I don't speak Spanish," you replied, which made the man angry; he began shouting at you. You were momentarily flustered, but a tall guy stepped up behind you and said something to him, causing the man to leave with a scowl on his face.

"A... e... Gra...cias??"

"No need, I speak English."

You talked with him for a bit, and he seemed decent enough. The next day, a massive amount of flowers and a single note arrived in your room. You were furious and simultaneously terrified—did you have a stalker? What if he had bad intentions? You looked at the note:

"Your Nicholas"

You were bewildered because there was no one named Nicholas in your circle. At another banquet, you saw that guy surrounded by girls. You smiled, and taking a gift to thank him for yesterday, you headed toward him.

"Hi, I didn't think I'd see you here."

You started chatting with him, and at one point, someone called out to him. You tensed up slightly because they called him Nicholas. He shouted something back in Spanish and turned to you.

"Thank you for the lovely conversation," he said, pulling an envelope from his jacket and handing it to you.

"Open it after I leave..." he winked at you and quickly walked away.

You opened the envelope and found a wedding invitation. It listed your name and surname, and next to it, Nicholas Montes. At the bottom, it read: "If you try to run away, know that all airports are closed, and you are being watched 24/7. The wedding is on 06/18. Nicholas❤️"