Jennie
"No thanks, you may now get back to your job." the lanky supermodel answered in her sultry blood red gown snapping me out of further embarrassing myself.
Glancing back at her I discovered she was still staring at me. A blush made its way to my cheeks as my heart hammered against my chest. Turning quickly on my heels I was about to head out before that deep smooth voice stopped me...
"I'll have one." she said gesturing for the dark head beauty to stand up much to her disappointment as she uncurled herself from around her like a vine.
"How can I starve at my own party?" she commented as she tried the meatballs still staring at me as my body quivered under the heated gaze. Making my way to depart yet again, strong gentle fingers touched my arms pulling me back as I jumped at the contact. It felt as though I had gotten an electrocuted shock as I brought my eyes up to hers. Facing her squarely those warm brown honey coloured eyes blazed as she whispered softly...
"Won't you wish me a happy birthday?"
A gasp got stuck in my throat as I stood looking up into her features that seemed carved and sculpted for no human being should be this breath-taking. She seemed fierce and rugged from such an up close view. Her blonde hair was combed and styled to perfection itching to be messed up. Her eyes held flecks of gold if you looked into them closely surrounded by long thick lashes that fanned her brows. Her cheekbones were high giving her a defined hard look but her pink lips soften her features and her carved jawline was so sharp it could cut through glass. All in all, this wonderful being was entirely captivating.
Nodding, I softly responded with a happy birthday before scampering away like a mouse with its tail on fire and hiding in the kitchen for the rest of the night. I knew she must have forgotten all about me the moment I turned away but she had a greater effect that would have lasted me a lifetime.
Unconsciously I touched at my arm remembering her strong fingers feeling a different unfamiliar heat blossom within me. How cruel was it that the one person to capture my attention in all my adult life was one that was nothing but a fantasy for someone like me. Irene's words repeated in my head serving as a warning and a reminder.
As the night progressed, the party carried on with upbeat music blaring on the sound system, the singing of the happy birthday song and more people onto the makeshift dance floor as the drinks and champagne started to flow much faster. Who partied this much on a Tuesday night? I was well and truly exhausted from sitting in the kitchen stacking sweet roasted grapes and struggling to come to a solution on finding a new home. Glancing at the carefree atmosphere I only wished that one day my life would be as simple and stress free as everyone else in the suite seemed to be.
The party continued well until the early hours of the morning until the music died down and the guests started trickling on staggering on happy cheers. Sighing tiredly I jumped of the bar stool and got to work cleaning up as a wave bitterness tore at me.
"There's a platter that's on the terrace can you get that?" Irene asked as she filled the empty containers into the storage cart.
For the first time that night I stepped outside into the chilly air and gazed in astonishment at the open view. It was amazing what could have been seen from up there. The city was a picturesque scene. I had never seen it so beautiful before or from such a staggering height.
Up above the dark night spread across the sky like a black blanket with not a single star in sight. For a moment I was transported back to childhood memories fondly remembering star gazing with my mother. A sharp pain tugged at my heart as the pain of her absence filled me once more. It had been almost 7 years but yet it had felt like yesterday.
