The owner of the voice was a boy dressed as a vampire. He had on a lot of white face paint on but I did not recognise him.

"My name is Ella," I smiled sweetly as I crossed my arms over my chest before I bit out "And I do not entertain random guys who flirt with me at parties."

He looked like he was about to say something else but a hand on his arm stopped him. The boy who was dressed as a vampire's friend was dressed up as a clove of garlic.

The garlic was looking at me in fear as he stopped his friend from saying any more.

"Do you have a death wish?" The garlic asked to the vampire before elaborating "That is Vulcan's girl."

The vampire looked back at me with raw terror on his face as he asked "Is that true? Are you Vulcan's girl?"

There was no hesitation in my answer as I affirmed "Yes. I am."

Both of them scurried before I could say any more. I laughed at them as they ran faster than a bat out of hell.

Stone really was a big scary giant but he was my big scary giant. I could not deny that any longer.

Just as I was about to go and find Lana, a buzzing came from inside my bra. I reached into my chest and grabbed my phone.

The caller did not have a name. It was just a random number.

I declined but it rang again.

The number was not recognisable. I frowned at the screen before pressing accept.

Knowing that I was not going to hear the caller in the middle of a room of drunk teenagers, I ran past the crowd and rushed up the stairs. I closed Lana's bedroom door behind me as I pressed answer.

"Hello?"

The voice was male and it sounded like it was an older man as the voice was strong and croaky "Hello. Is this Ella Miller?"

"Last time I checked." I joked before clearing my throat and replying properly "Yes. It is."

"Miss Miller, my name is Robert Smith." He introduced himself before explaining "I am the CEO executive of Smith publishing house."

"Smith publishing house?" I repeated in disbelief "As in the biggest publishing company in the country?"

I thought someone was pranking me.

Lana was the only one to know about me sending my draft but she was too nice to pull such a prank. Plus her light lyrical voice did not go that deep. Not like the middle-aged smoker voice on the other end of the line.

He hummed in agreement before speaking again "I am sorry to be calling so late at night. I have been reading over the manuscript that you sent. It is good. Actually, it is more than good. We would love to publish it."

Moving my phone away, I got over my initial shock and let out a squeal of excitement.