As we sped through the neighbouring town leading to the country club I watched as people stopped and stared at the roaring yellow flash passing them. The wind catching my long dark hair as I laugh freely enjoying the ride. I look over at Gatsby to see the most wonderful grin spread across his magnificent face he looks almost lighter today more care free. His magnificent grin beaming like the sun back at me as I laugh beginning to make my pale face grow peony pink as I try to gather my hair hiding from those ocean eyes. 'Jay do keep your eyes on the road you're going to cause a collision.' I laugh out trying to get him to redirect his gaze from my ever growing blush. He laughs at me telling me not to be nervous, oh if only it were so easy Mr Gatsby.
We reach the winding lane, the trees hanging low enough to reach as we slow down avoiding older members of the club leisurely roaming in the evening sun still burning hot as it glows. Mr and Mrs O'Shea stroll hand in hand gazing at each other as if it was only the first time they had seen each other. They have to be married at least 25 years by now yet not once at any event have I ever seen them apart. As I watch them while we pass giving a shy wave I can't help but look to Gatsby once more wondering how it would be ever so charming to grow old by his side, to watch as our children grew and to never once be apart, a real life romance novel. I sigh as we pull up to the valet being torn from my frequent daydream.
Gatsby reaches for my hand as he swiftly makes his way to my side of the vehicle, ever the gentlemen. As I reach for him and step lightly from the car I look around noticing the gazes from all those around us the gentlemen admiring Gatsby's flashy sports car, the woman admiring Mr Gatsby. I couldn't help but feel a flare of jealously rise within me he was with me yet he could have his choice of the streams of beautiful women watching him as he wraps his arm round the small of my back. I blush once more boldly resting my hand upon his looking up upon his handsome face smiling to myself whispering 'thank you Jay this is such a beautiful evening we've come out to.' He smirks leaning in to whisper back into my ear his voice as smooth as satin. 'The evening as beautiful as it may be darling Ruby has nothing on the beauty I see within you.' He tightens his grip looking at my hand resting upon his a flash of what I can could only conceive as pure innocent happiness a look in which I have never seen before but my goodness was it perfection.
We enter the restaurant to be guided to our table on the veranda over looking the lake the evening sky glowing as the sunlight fades leaving behind a soft vanilla glow, the smells of the rich earth and the fresh food cooking drifts through the air settling the atmosphere. Gatsby pulls out my chair as his hand guides me to my seat I am in awe of his every moment. His once heavy face suddenly lifted and energetic. I watched as he sat across from me his back to water the glow of the evening highlighting each feature from the frown lines to the smile, and his eyes. I get lost among them hopelessly unable to focus on the young waiter as Gatsby orders for us. His gaze turns to me once more as the waiter scampers away eager to be tipped by Gatsby, I look away smiling as he stares upon my face intensely. 'Mr Gatsby, weren't you ever taught its rude to stare at a lady?' I joke with him lightly nervous making my hands shake as I reach for the champagne flute placed delicately in front of us. He laughs as he reaches for his flute watching my hands 'Ruby are you to be considered a lady or a small child the way you get nervous around me certainly reminds me of one.' His jest makes me more conscious as I try to steady my hands folding them upon my lap looking down at them as if to scold them. Jay throws his head back laughing deeply the sound echoing through my core delightfully until he looks just beyond me, his gaze stopping upon a petite blonde woman. Her delicate frame and snow white skin glowing in the evening dusk.
As I turn back to Gatsby his whole demeanour has gone stiff his once light blue eyes turned to steel. Who was this beautiful blonde woman who seemingly caused him such distress? I watch her as she walks towards us Gatsby smoothing his delicate cotton shirt his face awaiting her hello .I begin to tremble nervously as the tension at the table begins to raise unbearably with every step closer she takes, her gaze lowers to Gatsby and an equally rigid look sprays upon her face a look that is filled with immediate panic and evidential memories. As she grows closer I attempt to pull Gatsby's attention making small talk feeling rather foolish to do so, 'Jay have you found anymore paintings by the wonderful artist, the one with the painting of the children you ever so kindly gave to me?' He does not hear me his whole attention on her I turn my head feeling as Gatbsy had just said childish. A man appears tall, dark, strong I'm sure the type of man many woman feel is gorgeous. He takes the hand of the blonde lady and walks her away as she stares on in her trance at Gatsby only snapping out when they reach the door leaving the noisy restaurant. I watch as Gatsby's face falls haunted by this ghost that left without a good bye.
My mind races as I watch him stand excusing himself, I nod lightly unable to speak with the fear that he was chasing this woman. My heart sank as I watched him follow through those doors trying to stay calm against the tidal wave of emotions racing throughout my head and my heart right now. Could it be possible that maybe, just maybe she's nothing more than old friend? A lost family member perhaps? As I asked myself these rhetorical questions I knew in my heart the answer. He loved her.
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Gatsby's Mistress.
Short Story"I swallowed a lump that had lodged itself in my throat" was I in danger? Gatsby has always loved Daisy but what happens when his wait is getting too long? Will darling Ruby satisfy his needs?
