The Raven: Blood of The Heaven

To My Girl 2

17 years ago

At the art gallery where everyone was admiring the piece of art that was handing on the wall.

Margaret was looking around at the guests whom she doesn't know any of them.

She was alone just looking at one big painting with a glass of Champagne one hand and resting the other on her elbow as if she was hugging herself.

She began to feel anxious and uncomfortable just looking at that painting which was by none other than the famous billionaire Edward Vilardo.

But she was distracted as she was hearing a little girl crying And screaming her Face started to twitch as the gala was of high standard it was too classy for a little kid to be in.

She looked at the kid and frowned looking at her with the corner of her eyes which she rolled.

She looked at the mother Who ran in and carried her daughter swaddling her trying to calm down but Margaret made a snarky comment.

"You this is not a place for children...."

"Oh I'm sorry....She's usually calm..."

As the woman was apologizing Margaret looked the other way as if she lost interest in the conversation and she muttered.

"God! I hate children!..."

Suddenly she heard a voice next her "Me too..."
The voice complained more than once she turned she panicked as she didn't sense the man who was standing next to her.

She was startled as he was too close to her and she blushed once she saw how handsome he was except he looked younger, The man didn't even look at her he was busy lighting up his cigar.

And he offered her one she looked around then back at him she wasn't used to seeing teenage boys smoking cigars she shrugged, refused his offer

"No, Thank you..."

And she walked away. But the man kept following her, she was observing the pieces of art that Edward Vilardo made, she remained quiet drinking and tabbing her feet.

As she heard the man behind her once again he was asking her with his calm tone.

"So....What's your name?..."

She rolled her eyes as this young man was persistent, she looked around the room and she saw the waiter handing out glasses of champagne.

"Champagne..."

She blurted and his eyes widened at her lies which wasn't even made with efforts.

"Champagne?!"

He scoffed looking at her and she gave him challenging looks.

"Yes, Champagne...."

He looked at her with his unbothered face as continued to argue with her.

"Come on....That's not your name....."

"Yea..Yea..it is..."