BOOK TWO
Marriage is the last thing on Tee's mind. But he reluctantly agrees to marry the Kreeporlerk heir to make his father happy.
KISMET prequel
The story of TaeTee
The events in this story happened five years before KISMET GodtBas story. You d...
Staring dumbly at the speaker on the podium of the ballroom, bedecked with extravagant decorations, I couldn't help but zone out.
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Social events were right up my alley. I've attended numerous fancy galas back at the manor, I've even helped P'Paris hosting them. I'm not socially awkward. In fact, I'm a total social butterfly. I can mingle and get along with the crowd I usually entertained.
Yet, I felt like a fish out of the water amidst P'Tae's Russian speaking confederates.
Contrary to what I anticipated, the launch turned out to be anticlimactic. After just half an hour of listening to speech after speech in a language so foreign to me, my brain is finally on the verge of going haywire.
I couldn't make out what was happening. Occasionally, Jazz would murmur in my ear and do a commentary of the launch yet he would get distracted often. I tried to act enthusiastic for P'Tae's sake because this is his big day. I hate the idea of disappointing him.
My heart warmed and my stomach fluttered as his eyes ran appreciatively over my dark blue tuxedo clad form when I first entered the hall with Jazz. He too looked dashing in his matching green tux, like the prince charming in fairy tales I used to read.
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He escorted me around introducing, with a gentle hand on my lower back, always keeping me calm and grounded. I managed to act like the proper partner Don Kreepolreek deserved, despite the language barrier.
I was introduced to numerous associates of the Russian branch of Kreepolrerk Inc. Important men with unpronounceable names repeatedly took my hand and greeted me, either in bad English or in Russian. My face hurt from smiling so much.
Yet now I feel antsy because he's up there at the podium ready to give his speech in a foreign language I've not yet managed to master a single word.
Russia is a major part of P'Tae, maybe even a bigger part than Thai. The way he mingled among the crowd, speaking and smiling easily, I grasped how comfortable he is with his Russian associates and peers.
