Spellbound

Chapter 5 - Feurig

feurig - fiery

Stephen had been missing for 15 months.

He vanished the day you burned the final tie. The police had knocked on your door four days after when a missing person report was filed. Two cops had sat on your couch for three hours, drilling you with questions as if you were the one who caused this.

Honestly, you had no idea where he could possibly be. The man was filthy rich, so he could be in the middle of fucking nowhere and you would be none the wiser. All of his personal belongings were still in his home, including his wallet and phone, and he had taken out a large sum of cash at the bank.

He didn't want to be found.

You didn't want to look for him. Or at least that's what you told yourself.

So you moved on, busying yourself with performances, and you even started doing private lessons with kids from the nearby high school. You kept close with Liam and Theo, going to their house once a week to eat dinner and catch up. For their anniversary you bought them a certificate for an expensive dinner and then performed for them while they ate.

Still, a part of you felt so lonely. You felt like a part of you was missing, and you knew why.

You just refused to acknowledge it.

In that sense, you never truly moved on, did you?

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You were excited for tonight; an auction was taking place, and you were asked to play with the small orchestra they were putting together. It was probably one of the most expensive and extravagant events you'd ever been asked to attend, and although you didn't feel like you belonged, you had to dress the part.

You wore a deep ruby red suit that fits snug to your body, showing off every curve and dip. The pants cut off right above the ankle, and you wore a set of gold 1-inch heels. Your suit jacket was open, revealing a semi-sheer gold corset underneath. Your sleeves were rolled up to your forearms, flaunting off thin gold bands around your wrists and fingers. A similar type of band is wrapped around the base of your neck, bringing attention to the supple amount of skin shown.

You were pleased with how your makeup turned out; a red lip stain paired with a red smokey eye and gold highlighter, you looked, and felt, amazing. Sexy even.

Still, you felt out of place. You knew no one here. You couldn't follow Stephen around anymore, couldn't rely on him to comfort you.

You had to put on a facade; fake it till you make it, or until you fuck up.

Touching up one more time on your makeup, you applied a tad bit more highlighter to your cupid's bow, before grabbing your instrument and music folder and meeting the car that was waiting for you.

The driver stood outside the car, holding the door open for you. Giving him a smile you thanked him, crawling into the car after situating your cello. Within minutes you were taking off toward the auction, and you spent the time in the car reviewing your music.

When you pulled up, you were taken aback by the sheer amount of flashes and lights coming from the entrance.

Shit. You had to walk through a bunch of people with cameras.

Stepping out of the car, your ears were assaulted with the sound of hundreds of people talking at once. Immediately you heard people calling your name, and you tried to look nice as you pulled your instrument out.