Eyes Behold

48. The Special Guest

Her eyes glided all around as she took in the beautifully decorated surroundings. Rose couldn't help but marvel at the beautiful lights which seemed to have spread their magic in the otherwise dark loomy night. The white and light pink, the same as her gown ,coloured drapes fell down the numerous tables that formed a semicircle around the entrance where she stood . But this was all in the background as she took in the stage in front of her where a particularly familiar figure stood.

The handsome profile couldn't be mistaken for anyone else . If her heart wouldn't have already presented itself to a certain someone who couldn't be seen anywhere now , it would have definitely leaped for the one and only Francisco Monet. Standing on the podium, making the simple white look like the most royal colour ,he was grinning directly at Rose.

Baffled, she had to resist the urge to check around her to see if she was the Rose Wilder he was motioning to join him on the stage. It was only after Tyler slightly pushed her forward that she broke out of her trance and realised that Francisco had descended the stage to escort her . Blushing profusely, a completely confused Rose glanced down to the hand held out to her and cocked her head slightly to the side . A faint whisper broke her from the one-sided staring contest with the hand.

" Ms. Wilder, please take my hand , I promise I'm not an alien. The media is glaring at us with hawk eyes. "

That's when Rose acknowledged the various cameras directed right on her and immediately took Francisco's hand who kissed it gently making Rose blush .

" Mr. Monet ?" she whispered uncertainly as they began moving towards the large stage , too large just for speeches. The amount of lights glaring at the stage was insane and she had to blink various times to adjust to the lighting.

" Fransisco." he continued when he saw the confusion on her face " Call me Francisco."

Rose smiled gently . " Francisco. I have zero idea. Please enlighten me , what's going on ? It's such a mystery. "

Francisco chuckled at how cute she looked as she scrunched up her nose in confusion and a little, no ,a lot of impatience. To him , this just enhanced the image of the little innocent angel he had imagined her to be .

" Follow me Ms. Wilder. "

" Rose . Call me Rose ."  she repeated his lines .

Francisco laughed heartily.

" Rose it is. Now don't scrunch your nose . Just a few minutes and everything will be clear . "

Rose stopped scrunching her nose , just realising she had been doing it all the way upto the stage and that too in front of the whole media . Her eyes widened at the discovery and she struggled to keep herself from blushing. Francisco smiled at her antics and let her take a seat right at the middle of the long table that was kept in the middle of the stage .

Rose turned her head around and immediately recognised a smiling Louis and Dr. Adler. Louis , who was directly at next to her leaned forward and kissed her forehead gently, giving off warm fatherly feelings that Rose greedily drank in .

" Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the star guest of tonight's special arrangement, Miss Rose Wilder along with her mentors , Dr. Louis Juniper and Dr. Samuel Adler. "

A loud round of applause broke through the area as hoots were heard all around. Even a startled Rose couldn't help but smile at the crowd shyly. She finally recognised the source of hoots belonging to none other than the three most precious idiots of her life, Amelia , Claire and Tyler ,all three right in the front. Stephanie, Ryder and Carlos along with a surprisingly smiling Tom and a shy Catherine could also be seen right behind them.