Her Home, His Heart | ✓

☆*✿THIRTY-EIGHT (38)❀*★

♪♪I didn't know I could feel this way

It's a new world, baby, that's okay

You're like a part of me I never knew (Feels like love)

You're the one I need next to me. ♪♪

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ [Feels like love] - [Cheetah Girls]

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The chaotic atmosphere of Friday night was non-existent, with the restaurant closed off to customers for the moment. In its place was short, jerky movement of feet around the restaurant as everyone went around doing their last-minute check-ups to make sure everything was in place.

Esmé walked around, her nerves spiking up with every tick of the clock. She moved and re-moved things, aiming for extra perfection from what she already arranged.

"Would you stop?!" Mon-El's firm tone ceased her movement.

She turned to him; glancing briefly at the entrance of the restaurant before focusing on Mon-El. Just like every hostess was, he wore a silver plaid shirt and ocean blue polyester pants which were their regular uniform, she added a mini gold bow tie for the men and a gold floral brooch for the ladies to match the occasion.

"Stop what?"

"Stop what? Don't you know what you're doing?" he asked and nudged his head to the flower vase in her hand.

Esmé looked down at her hand and dropped the vase back to where she picked it up, sighing dejectedly. "I'm just trying to..."

"There's nothing more to do, Esmé. Look around." He turned to face the room.

Elegance sipped through the newly added decoration, balancing pleasantly well with the soothing classical music that resonated through the speakers softly. The scented candles filled the air with an extra exquisite homely aura Silver Palace was all about, with the flowers adding a lovely touch to every corner of the room. With the tables rearranged to fit the occasion, they'd set everything.

"It's perfect. The only thing not fitting in right now is you. Get yourself together. They would soon be here."

She couldn't fault his sharp tone, knowing that her fidgeting was probably getting on all their nerves. She believed she had done a good job, but somehow, every time she looked away and looked back, it seemed like there was something she could just perfect all over again.

Taking a deep breath in, she sighed. "Fine," she said, even though she wasn't promising anything.

A sneer began growing on Mon-El's lips, seeing through her answer, but before he could pass comment on it, murmurs of 'They've arrived' got to them.

Esmé moved instantly to the entrance of the restaurant with Mon-El hot on her heels.

The jingle of the bell came through, followed by mumbling. A couple walked in first, lost in their murmured speech; only stopping to grab champagne glasses from a tray a hostess held.

Attention didn't last long on them as the lady of the day stepped in, sucking all the attention. Esmé straightened up while Persephone gazed around the room. A slow smile weaved its way onto her lips.

Tension eased from Esmé's shoulders as others began walking in, comments of approval rolling in for the place. Laughter boomed as more people strutted in, admiring the effort.

Mon-El flashed a coy smile that spelt 'I-told-you-so' as he passed by Esmé, following the first wave of people who had walked in.

Esmé's lips pressed together, hiding her smile that threatened to break free at the remark. The rate of her breathing had finally relaxed but froze when she felt a presence by her side.