The best love is the kind
that awakens the soul;
that makes us reach for more,
that plants the fire in our hearts
and brings peace to
our minds.
That's what I hope to give
you forever.
–The Notebook–
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My reservations flew out the window. I found myself moving to the rhythm of the orchestra, enjoying the slow movents of my feet while forgetting that everyone in the room existed.
This night is mine, this is my mont. Enjoying it is the best thing I could do. This event won't last forever so I might as well cherish this mont while it lasts.
My lips wouldn't stop smiling the entire ti as if nobody matters to except gracefully moving on the dance floor while father holds .
This is the second ti I was able to dance with him. The first ti was during my birthday last year. It was a bit saddening that I wasn't able to dance with my father during my younger years and even on the day I turned eighteen. But I was still grateful that I've got to know my father and I still have the chance to dance with him on the future birthdays I will have.
"Happy birthday, mi unica Hija." He gazed at lovingly, tenderness welled on his bright inky eyes. "A year was added into your age and so your beauty increased." He added with a smile.
"Thank you papa." I mumbled, reciprocating his smile.
"Are you happy?" He asked softly after a calculated pause.
I was surprised by the question that it took a mont to respond,"Of course, I am happy, papa." I told him and it was the truth. Though I wasn't one hundred percent happy because Ace was not here but still I am happy at the mont.
"I'm glad you are, my daughter. You've had had enough hardships in your life, "He swallowed hard and sniffed. "It's ti for you to finally be happy." Tears flickered on his eyes as he looked at .
I hugged him tight. "Thank you for everything papa." I mumbled, wiping a tear from the corner of my eyes.
"I'm willing to do everything for my only daughter." He said and laid a kiss on my forehead.
When the dance was over, father led to where Ethan was waiting. Even with his mask on, I recognize my brother. When father let go of my hand and found his place beside Claire and Grandma who looked dashing in their matching beige dress, Ethan captured my hand and pulled into the middle of the room.
He was grinning from ear to ear as he whirled to the dance floor. "You're the prettiest woman tonight, big sister." He whispered close to my ears so his voice wouldn't be drowned against the music.
A grin appeared on my lips. "Do I? Or was it because it's my birthday." I teased him and I was rewarded with a wide smile. His eyes were hidden behind a mask but I could imagine how his inky eyes crinkled underneath.
"You're always beautiful, big sister, but tonight you stand out among the rest." He replied softly and I felt how sincere he was.
"I believe you now." I chuckled. Mirth danced into my eyes as I placed my gloved fingers into his shoulder.
The soft music coming from the orchestra filled my ears as we moved on the dance floor. All eyes followed our movent but it didn't bother like it did a while ago. In fact, I was enchanted by the seemingly magical mont that I didn't pay attention to the crowd.
"Happy birthday. I wish you all the best, above all happiness. May everything you wish co true tonight."
"Thank you, Ethan. I hope it will."
"I'm guaranteed that your ultimate wish will co true." He said confidently.
Sadness swiftly flickered inside . I only want Ace to be here tonight, said a part of . Could it be possible?
I vanish the thought as fast as it arrived. I don't want to feel sad, just for this mont I want to be happy.
The song was fading in the background and the next song was about to play from the orchestra. We pulled into a stop and Ethan leaned closer and landed a quick kiss on my cheeks before he let go of my hands.
Rhylle was eagerly waiting for his turn, before the next song could begin he took my hand gently into his own and led to the center of the room. He couldn't take the grin on his face as he did so. "Happy birthday sissy." He greeted . "My only wish on your birthday is for you to provide with a handso nephew who is as handso as I look.
Or if possible, a nephew who is far more good looking than ."
My head was thrown backward. A crunchy laughter erupted from my lips. Thankfully the music was so loud that my unlady-like laughter didn't reach anyone nearby, for my grandmother would go crazy if she ever heard of it.
"You're kidding right?" I asked, trying hard not to burst into another unlady-like laughter.
Rhylle smiled in response then his smile turned to laughter. "I'm not. You'd given two lovely nieces and I want a nephew this ti."
"You need to have a girlfriend first." I told him jokingly. Rhylle was the gentlest man among my brothers. He's twenty-three but never once had a girlfriend.
"I was turned down." He said, finally after a mont of silence. He was pouting like a boy whose favorite toy was taken away from him.
Afraid that I would hurt his feelings, I suppressed the smile forming on my lips. "She must be blind for turning you down." I told him. I didn't say it out loud to console him but because it's the truth. Who would turn a good boy down? She must be blind not to see his good qualities.
"Let's not talk about my lovelife. I don't want to ruin your birthday." He said, a blush stained his cheeks.
I chuckled and fondly patted his hair like a little kid. It was one of the things I wasn't able to do when he was still a child.
"Wait for the right girl to co along. It would be all worth it."
I kissed him on the cheeks before he let go of my hand.
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