Pentagon

Chapter 37- Celebration (Pt 2)

As Olympia was nearing the door to the grand hall where the party was being held she felt a burning sensation in her throat followed by the taste of copper. Her eyes widened slightly as she let out a gentle cough. There in the palm of her right hand was a small pool of deep red blood.

"Shit!"

"Just focus on the celebration Oly, we can deal with the consequences later."

Agreeing with her other self she summond a white handkerchief and wiped her hand clean before having it vanish from her sight with a wave of her hand. Taking a deep breath she stood in front of the doors opening at her will, allowing her to glide into the grand hall.

The second she even took a glance into the hall of men, women and children all dancing and parading around, the booming party came to a sudden halt. Just the presence of the Pentagon alone was enough to stop everyone dead in their tracks and focus their attention on her.

There, gliding her way into the hall was the white haired, golden eyed Pillar. Her tanned skin gorgeously contrasting her hair and eyes out to utter perfection, her scar ridden arms gently cutting the air as she strided her way into the hall. All those present watched as her knee length off the shoulder, high-low sapphire dress clung to her upper half and flowed gracefully from the waist down with each stride she took. The silver embroidery that adorned the sweetheart neckline and waistline brimming to life as the light from the golden chandelier caressed it while five silver chains replaced the off the shoulder fabric. Her wrists were embraced by a silver and black bracelet as well as a black with silver embroidered crest sat elegantly on her head, forming a peak in the middle of her forehead. Her feet were hugged by black round toed pumps with satin straps wrapping themselves around and up her ankle. Her snow white hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail with an ocean blue bow as the hairtie. There were pieces of her white hair that were hanging onto the ponytail loosely while there were pieces that weren't pulled into the messy ponytail and were curled slightly. Her lips were painted in a matte black and her lashes were covered in light mascara to finish off her look.

Olympia gave a small smile before walking over to her daughter who squealed at her mother and jumped into her arms with her tiny chubby arms.

"Mommy's so pretty!" She exclaimed, staring at her mother in awe. Olympia chuckled and brought her slender, tanned finger and tapped her daughter on the nose with a bright smile. Ann and May then engulfed Olympia in a tight hug with equally bright smiles.

"Come on!" Ann shouted, pulling Olympia's arm towards the dance floor where Terrence, Ross and Aunt Rose were. Olympia chuckled and set Adara down watching her speed her way over to the three. The path was cleared for the little girl with eyes admiring her innocence and pure joy being in this celebration.

"You're here!" Aunt Rose announced, jogging over to Olympia who slightly towered over her. Olympia smiled and gave a small nod in response before being pulled over more to the middle to dance.

During that night everyone was smiling to the point where one would wonder if their cheeks were hurting. Olympia spent the most times with her small family while occasionally dancing with men and women even hopping around in circles with groups of children. Now stationed at the bar, Olympia took in her surroundings once again as she did when entering. She remembered back then when she would wear these extravagant dresses ball after ball after ball.

She gave a small smile as she remembered the time when Rosanne, Dara and herself purposely got Trix and Brock drunk off their minds and left them in the middle of nowhere. She remembered the rage Brock held and the smirk Trix adopted when they lugged themselves back to their little hiding spot.