The price of a moment, the significance of memories, the roads we tread on under the sole azure sky, and the value of life itself.
These mere things, once we do something to it-- will subject us to change, to meet a beautiful soul, and to love, unti...
Dazzling lights met my eyes when Sendoh opened the door. He held my waist and rubbed my back to reassure me.
The ballroom isn't just grand, it was massive.
It was a sight to behold, with high ceilings ornamented with intricate plasterwork and crystal chandeliers hanging from chains. The lights that the chandeliers emitted bounced off the shiny marble floors, casting a warm, inviting glow throughout the whole room.
There were tall windows with velvet curtains pulled back to reveal the dazzling city lights and twinkling stars.
Guests dressed in their best attires walked in through the doors, their conversation and laughter mingling with the classical music as they toasted glasses of champagne.
At the centerpiece of the ballroom was a raised stage, where large paintings depicting still life, landscapes, and abstract arts were held up in easels.
Those must be Sendoh's mom's paintings. All of it looked majestic.
My eyes travelled the place, mesmerized by the sight of it. I was trying to absorb it all.
It was a pleasure to the senses: my ears were hearing classical music. My eyes were enthralled by the decorations. My nose loved the smell of the fresh flowers used to decorate the room.
The whole ballroom, with all its guests-- was exuding opulence.
Once we stepped in, we were redirected to the registration desk. We were immediately noticed, and a few of the guests walked toward us, calling Sendoh's attention. He freed his hand from my waist to shake hands with them.
Sendoh exchanged formalities with them. He was nodding enthusiastically and was answering their questions. It was interesting that they didn't ask who I was, and why I was with Sendoh.
I found Sendoh quite funny in that situation: he was smiling but there's an underlying reason for that kind of smile.
Sendoh doesn't know any of these people.
It's hilarious. His face is caught in the mix-up between being approachable and trying to recall who the person was.
Sendoh bade goodbye to them once we finished filling up the registration form so we could sit on our table.
"Akira, you don't know those people, do you?" I giggled once we took a seat.
"You saw through me, Ayane!! Hahaha!!" He beamed.
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"I can read you like a book!" I replied, giddily.
That earned me a wider smile from Sendoh.
It's so hard to maintain eye contact, he's too beautiful it's intimidating.
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Sendoh's POV
My eyes were darting back and forth in search of my parents. It's been a while since I last saw them. I'm eager to see them, and to have them meet Ayane. Formally.
