𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕

FAREWELL PARTY.

Douma: I can't wait to see you. For your information, after the party, you are coming with me.
See you later, little lamb.

Clarice stared at the display of her phone electrified by the text she had just received. She would have seen him in a hour at the infamous "Farewell party". She had missed him.

Of course, she had had the chance to meet him every day in her classes, down the corridors, or at the local library. He usually suggested her a novel to read and, when she went to the shelf to grab the book, her heart beated like a drum. Every time she opened the book, there was always a note in it for her to read. He had never failed in making her fall in love with him.

Still, he wanted her to take her time. She was his student and she was too young. He did not dare to touch her, after what had happened at her birthday party.

«I will not lay another finger on you until your graduation» he had told her on a rainy day.
She had forgotten her umbrella at home and he had kindly offered her a lift. She remembered the way his words got under her skin and how she could not take her eyes off of him. He had never stopped taking care of her, even if it was forbidden to caress each other. She never felt alone.

Somehow, she always knew that if she ever needed someone to rely on, she could count on him.

Now, looking at herself in the mirror, she realized that waiting for him, waiting for their time to come was worth it. She had struggled to keep herself together through her last year at school.

Something had changed, though. She was not the sixteen-years-old girl crying her eyes out in the courtyard anymore. She was a cunning woman in love.

'I know what I want. I have always known it. However, it's time for me to settle down and allow him to claim my soul, my heart and whatever lays within me' she thought, squirting some perfume onto her neck and wrists.

To snap her out of her stream of consciousness was the unmistakable brisk voice of her best friend, coming from the doorway.

«You are bewitching» he breathed out, his turquoise eyes staring at her in awe. On the other hand, not a day passed without him complimenting her. She had to admit that Enmu had increased her self-esteem through the years.

She smiled at him contemplating his reflection on the mirror and she turned around to face him «Thank you so much, Enmu. You're not letting me down, I see! That's why I picked you to be my knight in a shiny armor tonight» she said, walking up to him. The steady sound of her high heels clicking the floor made him grin and shake his head in amusement. It was pretty clear that she was heading to the party to claim her throne.

«Shall we go, sweetheart? Everyone's already on their way. Also, Sanemi wants to introduce you to one of his friends. He is pretty smart and attractive, if I may come out in his favor...»he trailed off, clearly hinting at something she was not being informed of.

'Crap, I knew it! I can smell troubles from miles away. No one could ever stand a chance against Douma. They need to get it in their heads!' she thought, rolling her eyes at the last-minute hitch.

As the two of them finally reached the front door, she quirked her eyebrows up and a thin-lipped smile made its way to her face «What in the actual fuck do you think you're doing? Spit it out, before I crash your camera» she threatened her best friend, as he opened the door for her.