a gentleman's mistress

XIII. July 8th, 1989

Mira's POV:

"Mira?" Asena knocked on the door before she came inside. She stopped and scanned the surroundings before she rushed to me. "Wh-What happened?"

"I threw up in the sink," I responded. "Do you think the restaurant will be mad?" I'm a bit dizzy after multiple throw-ups.

"No. Of course not." She ran to grab some paper towels and tried her best not to puke when she saw my leftovers. Asena wiped my face with them. "Let's get you out of here."

"What about the King?"

"Don't worry about him," she responded. "He has legs and a chauffeur; he knows how to get back on his own."

Asena grabbed my arms and lifted me off the couch. When she got closer to the trashcan, she threw it away.

"Do I look bad?" I asked.

Asena made a face and tilted her head once, "You could look better."

We laughed at her statement.

The door opened again, with Dawn on the other side. "Is everything okay here?"

"Mira threw up," Asena said. "I think she doesn't feel well."

The obvious emotion of guilt crashed onto Dawn's face. "Here." She went to my other side, "Let me help."

When we got out of the bathroom and halfway down the hall, Dimitrius greeted us with his presence.

"What happened?" He asked.

I feel so special. The king is here to escort me out.

"Mira doesn't feel well," Asena responded. "I'm taking her back."

Dimitirus exhaled sharply. " There's no need," he said. "I'll call a servant to escort her back."

The special feeling is now out the window.

"Dimitri-" Asena glared at him, "Mira is my friend, and I care for her."

"Then, I shall call in a doctor for her."

"I'm sorry-" I interrupted, "Can you guys speak a bit lower? Your voices are really killing my head." I reached for a wall, and when they let me go, my body slid down to the ground.

"Do you see this?" Asena lowered her voice. "She's clearly not feeling well."

"And that's why I offered to call her a doctor."

I covered my ears with my hands. This spat is bringing back some bad memories of when I was younger. My parents weren't always a happy couple; they had their rough moments, too, such as when Dad decided to have an affair with a co-worker at work. To spite him, Mom did the same thing.

I said I came from a well-to-do family, not a perfect one.

"Stop it!" Dawn shouted from the top of her lungs. When the noises died down, I looked up to see more than three people. There were others, many others.

Their eyes weren't on the spatting couple but on me.

Then again, if I were them, my eyes would be on me, too. I'm the one on the ground with my hands over my ears, looking like she's having a nervous breakdown.

But, out of all the eyes in the hallway, there was one that stood out.

My fingers curled inward, and my face turned red. For some reason, I didn't want him to see this pathetic state I was in.

"Don't you two see?" Dawn questioned.

Finally, Asena and Dimitrius look at me.

"Mira," Asena said. She leaned down, "How can we help you?"