She's The Wild West

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

    The inside of the ballroom on the inside of The Michelangelo Hotel looked like the inside of a treasure chest. Everything was gold and shiny and so expensive that I kept expecting servants to walk by and wipe my poor person gaze off the things I looked at. It was honestly a good thing Ms. Mori was on my arm because without her guiding us, keeping the pace, I knew I would've wandered off to look at everything.

    It was kind of exactly what I'd imagined in a way. There were fancy rich people everywhere, laughing, drinking, chatting around tables and whispering in corners. Most of them looked over at Ms. Mori as we walked past, though no one walked up to her and no one spoke to her at first. To be fair, we were walking pretty fast, straight towards our assigned table where I soon saw everyone from work waiting. The moment we reached the table Ms. Mori let go of my arm.

    She set her clutch purse down on the table and sighed lightly to herself. I hadn't even noticed she had a purse since I was too busy gawking at her. Before I could even say a single word to her, which I still hadn't done since first getting in the car, she walked off, making a beeline for the bar against the right wall. It was like I blinked and she was gone, yet I still stared after her until someone snapped me out of it.

"West!"

"Huh?"

I turned and found Adam by my side. He was wearing a cobalt blue tuxedo with a gold bowtie, perfectly styled blonde hair atop his head. He was also wearing a bemused grin on his face.

"Oh sweetie, you've got it bad. I called your name three times and you were still staring in her direction. Poor thing." he commented, mock pity running through his voice. Clara slapped his arm and that was when I noticed she was standing right next to him.

Wow, I really wasn't paying attention.

"Adam, stop instigating." she scolded.

    Clara looked really beautiful. She ditched her usual green and opted for a vibrant burgundy colored gown that almost matched my suit. It was velvet in material, tight around her chest with gathered fabric hanging around her upper arms. It looked like something an extravagant, old timey actress would wear. The off the shoulder dress went all the way to the floor and hid whatever shoes she was wearing underneath. I finished looking her over and realized she'd been watching the entire time.

"Hi Clara! You look really beautiful, like an actress from an old Hollywood movie or something."

    Even her ginger hair was styled in a glamorous, loose, curly kind of style that fit the mood of her ensemble.

"Hey West, I'm glad you're finally here! Also thank you, you look very handsome."

"Um, what about me?" Adam asked. Clara snickered at him and I held back a laugh.

"You look very handsome Adam. You're suit is really, really blue. Oh! It compliments your eyes too!" I realized, stealing the same line that Samantha had told me.

    Adam thanked me, playing like he was bashful even though he was clearly enjoying the attention. We all sat down and he and I started discussing clothes. I was just about to ask him about where I could get more things for work when Mr. Brandt cut in from across the table.

"So, did Veea say why she was bringing you um, uh..." he trailed off, trying to remember my name.

"His name is West. Be careful Tony, memory loss can be one of the first signs of aging." Adam cut in before I could answer.

    My eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets and I saw Clara quickly move to cover her own face. She wasn't quick enough to cut off the loud snort she let out and her muffled giggles were slipping through her hands. Adam had a hand over his heart, pretending as though he were truly concerned for Mr. Brandt. I was honestly too shocked to laugh. Kelsey and Winston, who were sitting side by side to the left of Mr. Brandt, were oblivious to the whole conversation, quietly having a discussion of their own.