TRUE MAN

UNCONCOVERED

"Honey, how do you feel?"

"Enormous."

"You got that right."

"Lisa, it is my hugest contract since."

"You are doing well honey." Lisa loved to add to the splendour of Brad's stunning attire, her sparkles of glorious touch. It held miracles for him, after all, a man who finds a wife, finds a good thing. It was her job to add her goodness to his presentation of himself. Lisa was a splendor to look at, and he wore her with pride on his arm.

The ball was an exotic setting: glittering with glamor and sparkling with affluence. Brad had only dreamt of such splendor, or seen them on TV, but one day, as a child, watching a movie with one of these splendiferous royal settings, he spoke into his life, the day that he would be an honored guest at one of these elegant balls. Even the hair accessories of some of the ladies were so divine in beauty that they seemed to either equal in value to his house or was more costly: sparkling diamonds of various hues, shimmering golds and shining silvers. Waiters skillfully glided through the crowd with tall slender wine glasses of Chardonnay, Champaign, Challis and others Brad could not name.

"Our honored Guests," said a lady standing behind the mike. She glittered from her hair to her shoes in a flowing white sleeveless dress, trimmed in black and sparkling at every angle of her movement. Every woman was either shimmering or glistening, but the shining resonance of light, made the evening and the place a glorious dazzle. Everyone severed every moment of the ball with smiles and laughters, meetings and greeting, drinking and eating; and then suddenly, as the moderate mumbles of mingle subsided into silence, there was a crash. The women gave out faint screams, so as not to be too alarming, while their men, with gentle guiding holds, softly instructed them to step into safer spaces.

All neighboring eyes lighted up with consistent gazes at the culprit: Brad. They were however, sympathetic of his clumsiness and pitiful of the mess he made, especially of his wife's splendorous dress. With such a delicate beauty by his side, wasn't he supposed to be more careful? Luckily, he was drinking white wine, so then, not only will it come out of their garments, but also not be an obvious show on their garment for the night.

"Honey, are you OK?"

"Yes Lisa," he responded, examining both their garments. Everything was in tack, until he lifted her dress slightly from her feet, when he saw a small incision on her right foot, he tested for splinter, but none was there. Lisa did not even flinch when he touched it. He then guided her from that area to a safer space, while attendants, cleaned up the area and made it safe again.

"What happened Brad? Why did you lose grip of the glass?"

"I... I don't Know." He looked deep into her eyes, but Lisa saw that something was off about his eyes. She knew them, however, she chose to associate it with nerves, because he was expected to address the crowd.

"Brad Philemon," the woman behind the mike, wife of CEO and Founder Voulk Group of Business, Chad Binder, queued the crowd into an eruption of applause, as she continued to announce Brad very heartily, with glow of ear-to-ear smiles on her face. "Chief Executive Officer and founder of Philemon Firm of Psychologist!" as Brad made his way to the stage, he thought about Lisa's question and the lie he told her, because it was the sight of Dorna that dumfounded and weakened him, causing him to loosen his grasp on the glass, because of forgetting that he had one.

Brad made his way to the stage, all eyes were fixed on him for multiples of reasons: he was devastatingly hansom, so much that he complimented his floral all black three piece Tuxedo with shawl lapel, decked with a shimmering red kerchief matching Lisa's dress, folded and neatly erecting from his chest pocket. His hair laid in small curls on his crown and straightened to a neatly captured fade from the sides to the back of his head, where the edges were beautifully line into a very slight V towards the middle of his neck. His neatly fitted suit revealed the contours of his sensuous, toned muscular body that stood greatly in an unapologetically confident posture. He gaited as a man, fully cognizant of the brilliance of his paths that are leading him to a glorious future. He was a child of God. He would have it no other way.