Beautifully Damned

thirty-six: entanglement

drunk on love by rihanna

Imogen.

I was surprised at how well the night was going. It was like I never left, it felt so right. Dominique was thrilled to see me, but quickly had to leave so she wasn't seen before her entrance. Yasmin and Antoinette dragged me on the dance floor as we waited for the event to actually start.

Reporters and cameras were everywhere. The question of the night was 'Imogen where have you been?' or 'What happened in France?'. It was stupid but I simply gave no comment. I don't owe them anything.

There was a chill that passed through my body as I danced. I felt myself getting suffocated by an unknown feeling, Maybe it was just the nerves, I told myself. But I couldn't mush it down, the air felt different. I shook my head, I was overthinking.

"Oh, my gosh, I love this song" I smiled

Yasmin was one of those girls who totally white girl danced, despite her being Japanese. It was fun to watch honestly, she threw her hands up like she was catching snow and closed her eyes feeling the musics

I laughed at her gestures and continued to dance. Where was Dominique? I searched for any sign of her, I turned my head to the left looking around. I want her to get the first half over so we can ca...

My heart skipped a beat, theres no way. I double took to the left and thought I was dreaming. What the hell was he doing here? I stopped dancing and my smile fell. I was looking into the eyes of the man who I loved all those months ago.

The memories flooded back and I felt my eyes water. He kept his gaze on me, not surprised in the least. He looked good, his hair was longer, slick. Seeing him was like a punch in the stomach. Quickly I broke eye contact and walked off the floor. I ran into the nearest bathroom i could find. Looking myself in the mirror, I took a deep breath, trying to suppress my anxiety attack.

"You don't owe anyone anything, you are Imogen Louis" I whispered to myself.

I heard a flush, followed by a door opening. A woman stepped out, towards the sink to wash her hands. She looked at me, with a surprised look.

"Imogen Louis?" She questioned as she grabbed a paper towel

"Yes? Sorry do I know you?" I asked

"No, but I know you" She answered "I've heard a lot about you, and I have to say the legend exceeds itself"

"Sorry I didn't catch your name?"  I smiled, feeling my anxiety slip away

"Léa. Léa Francois" She brought out her hand

"Nice to meet you. So do you know Dominique?" I asked

"No" she laughed, "Friend of a friend" she rebutted, now applying her red lipstick

"Oh. I love that dress" I complimented her

"Please, look at you. Stunning" She answered

I smiled and started towards the door. Léa walked behind me. I opened the door and there stood Maxime, I jumped at the surprise. He looked at me a minute too long until his eyes looked to Léa.

The silence quickly broke when Léa spoke, "Princey, there you are. I was beginning to wonder where you disappeared to"  she exclaimed, his eyes connecting back to me

"I could say the same about you Léa" He spoke, eyes still on mine

I was confused, but it wasn't my place to question their relationship. "Excuse me" I mouthed before stepping away