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4: Whispers
It took me a while to finish prepping for the gala. I’m not new to that kind of event. For years, I’ve lived in a fast paced world. Give me quarter an hour and I’ll show you what party means. There’s just something in this event that is driving me to present myself in an elegant way.
My hair is in a messy chignon, sprouts of small curls framing my face. The dress hung in my body perfectly, though not emphasizing my petite form. I was not quite satisfied with the outcome. I still look too plain. Well, when did I ever look pretty?
“I think you look beautiful, milady. Charming and elegant.” That voice again. I quickly turned my head to the direction of the voice. Andrew was leaning casually at the door frame. He was wearing the same outfit – the tux. Dimness sharpened his features, giving him the mysterious aura.
“Debonair, I must say. You clean up well, McKnight. I’m impressed.” I remarked, looking back at the intricate carvings of the vanity. He walked to my position, holding out something that is reflecting the white light of the bulb. It is a golden choker with diamonds and sapphires drops.
“What is that?” With questioning eyes, I raised y eyebrow. He rolled his eyes, resting his hand on my shoulder. Warmth flooded on my cheeks. Again, his signature smirk graced his thin lips.
“A necklace, Elizabeth. It’s my mother's, which I accidentally brought here. As I was passing by the corridor, I noticed you scrutinizing yourself in that mirror. Don’t you know that mirrors can lie?” His breath touched my bare nape. Goosebumps appeared on my arms.
“Does it have to matter if I hate what I look like? Is there any proof that you’re a better judge of appearance than me? And I know mirrors can lie. They’re mere reflections, but the outside can always fool you. Also, what’s the connection of the necklace with me?” I retorted. I have to admit though, he’s good in word exchange. Especially sweet talk. Andrew McKnight, what kind of a man are you? You’re driving me crazy with your antics.
“I’m not saying that I judge looks better than you do. I know mirrors are for fools. As of the necklace, blue makes your eyes pop. Adding a little color won’t hurt.” Slowly, he opened the lock and gently placed the jewelry on my neck. Intentionally, he brushed his hand on my neck. Shiver ran down on my spine. What’s this feeling? Am I turning to some sensitive wreck?
“Then thank you. I appreciate your concern for my appearance. Also for the compliment.” Though I sound cold and detached, I never felt my ego boost like this before.
“The pleasure is all mine.” He presented a hand, bowing a little.
“Shall we?”“We shall my dear.” I took his hand. Together, we went downstairs, and I know he’ll never leave tonight. This Andrew McKnight must have some power to turn me into a marshmallow.
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People started whispering as we walked hand in hand at the function area. Pillars decorated the entrance, giving you the ancient feeling. My instincts were right – tonight is the night of gods and goddesses from Olympia. Though my outfit wasn’t a sore thumb in the crowd, people talked and talked.
“Is that..”“Are you sure..”“It cannot be..”
“The tradition. Their fate..”
“It really is a cycle..”The comments were senseless for both of us. Looks of confusion were in our faces. We walked quickly, away from the elders. They made me feel nervous. Once we reached the other teenagers, we blended in. I took a deep breath.
“What’s with them? Gossiping. How rude.” I took a glass of iced tea.
“Let them talk. I’m used to them. Such tattletales.” We placed our drinks down. Andrew tugged my arm, bringing me to the center of the crowd.
“Can I have this dance?” He politely asked. So far, I have no reason to reject him. I haven’t seen Pop around, meaning I have no one to run to. I rolled my eyes before placing my hand at the rightful spots.
His arms snaked around my waist. Am I nuts, or we really fit like broken jigsaw pieces? Slow music filled the air. I closed my eyes, and imagined a place – somewhere not around in the present. It could’ve been there eons of years ago. I thought of something fitting for our apparel. I thought of Greece. I thought of dancing with my Adonis.
“Open your eyes, my Aphrodite.” I followed his call. I opened my eyes then. Sucking my breath with my eyes wide open, I tried to absorb what happened. I was in the place that I imagined. I want to ask how it worked – my imagination – but it seemed like my mind is detached from my mouth.
“You’re a sight again, dear Adonis. Enticing I should say.” Then everything went back to its former place.
“What is that?” Andrew suddenly complained, releasing me from his hold. The connection was gone. I tried to think of a plausible explanation, but my mind was blank. Is this connected to the dreams? Is this what they’ve been saying? Before I opened my mouth again, sharp sound distracted us.
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to Gala Anual do Pasado.” The emcee searched on the crowd. When his eyes landed on us, he suddenly winked.
“This is how they planned it.” From the corner of my eye, I saw Pop with a look of understanding, as if things have dawned in him.
“How they planned what?”“You’ll know soon enough.”
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