For it was not into
my ear you whispered,
but in my heart.
It was not my lips
you kissed,
but my soul.
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The next dance I had was with Skye
He took my hand into his own and swayed into the dance floor while the soft, subtle music played from the orchestra.
The wondrous sound pleasantly filled my ears and I closed my eyes, allowing myself to get carried away.
Just this mont I wanted to enjoy and be happy so I could add this night to one of the most morable days of my life.
"Happy Birthday, Beatrix, my dear lovely sister." he said and my eyes fluttered open.
"Thank you Skye." I replied, flashing him an appreciative smile.
I continued to listen to the sound of the playing orchestra when all of a sudden I felt the weight of a stare on my shoulder. True, everyone was looking at us on the dance floor but this feeling was different.
That mont my eyes slid to the door where I felt soone was staring at , a man entered the door and had his attention directed on . His face was concealed behind the mask and it completely hid his features.
My pulse quickened and I gasped. He was tall and muscular. The black tuxedo he wore clung to his body, giving him a well-dignified stance. It was hard not to spot him in the sea of people, he was too remarkable not to be noticed.
Looking at him felt like I was looking at Ace. My heart quickened at the thought.
"Sothing wrong, Beatrix?" Skye asked and when he touched my arms it made realize I wasn't dancing anymore.
"Sorry, I thought I saw soone familiar." I told him, placing my hand back to his shoulders to resu the dance.
"Are you sure?" He asked, not yet convinced.
"Yes, of course! I'm fine." I replied cheerfully.
I wasn't sure if he believed but I was thankful when he shrugged his shoulders and said nothing more.
The man standing on the door was gone and a part of was surprisingly disappointed and sad at the sa ti. Disappointed that I haven't had a closer look at him and sad, knowing he couldn't be the man I was praying to miraculously co to my birthday and take to dance.
A soft sigh escaped my lips. Skye stopped moving. If he didn't let go of my hand and land a kiss on my cheeks I would not realize that his turn has ended.
The next dance I shared was with Troy. He greeted with a happy birthday and I thanked him.
I was already so distracted that I nearly missed a step as we danced. Fortunately, Troy is an expert dancer and a good partner too. He guided well after I missed a step.
Letting go an inward sigh, I forced myself to focus and not repeatedly think about the man I had seen standing on the entrance. I understand that a part of was quietly wishing it could be my husband despite knowing it would be impossible.
When I felt I was calm enough and my heart beat normalized, I raised my head and when I did, I saw the man again in the corner of my eyes.
I swallowed hard and turned my head to the direction I saw him but he was gone.
Blinking my eyes several tis, I asked myself if it was just my imagination. My eyes must be playing a trick on .
The dance ended so soon or perhaps because I wasn't paying much attention to it. Troy kissed on the cheek before joining the crowd.
Keith stepped in front of and offered his hand which I gladly took and I let him pull to the center of the room where we started to waltz.
As we dance, the erratic sound of my heart continues. I couldn't quite comprehend what I felt. It's as if I'm nervous and excited over sothing I don't even understand.
"Happy birthday, big sister." Keith spoke, waking up and pulling away from my burgeoning thoughts.
"Thank you Keith." I replied.
"Sothing bothering you?" He asked. I was surprised that he easily noticed I was restless.
"I'm sorry, was I that obvious?" I asked. Astonished.
"It was my intuition telling ." He replied. Worried.
A smile stretched on my lips. "I'm fine, Keith." I told him. "Don't worry about ."
We continue to dance in silence. My eyes darted to the crowd in search of the mysterious masked man but he wasn't there.
"Enjoy this night, sister. I promise, this will be your most morable birthday ever." Keith said in assurance. A mysterious glint playing in his eyes which the mask he wore wasn't able to conceal.
And before I could ask what he ant, the orchestra stopped and so the dance did. He let go of my hand and I regretfully watched him walk away. I was still so consud with curiosity that I felt sorry for not being able to ask him what his statent was supposed to an.
Calix arrived and offered his hand to . I took it and we started to dance as the orchestra began to play another song.
He didn't say anything as we danced. Calix, among my eight brothers, was the silent type, very opposite of Ethan's personality. But he was the gentlest person I've ever t. His mother died when he was a child and he'd grow up depending on no one except himself.
Calix was the youngest and didn't have much in common with the rest of his older brothers even if they are all close, and that perhaps was the reason why he was so shy and introverted.
We danced in silence while both listening to the background song, his hand on my waist while my hand was placed on his shoulders.
Once more, I felt soone's heavy stare on my back and without even turning around to see, I knew the man I saw entering the door earlier was looking at now.
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