Eunoia

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The night was more than awkward, with only a few words exchanged here and there but only when the likes of their parents forced them to do so.

She didn't learn much about Dante, and realized he seemed to be a very quiet person. Only talked when spoken to and she wondered about it.

The parents and the rest of his family eventually left the table and descended into the living room, leaving the two alone intentionally.

She was nervous, didn't know what to say or do.

"U-Uhm...what do you do?" She kicked herself for asking but she didn't know what else to say and she hated the awkward silence that drained the atmosphere.

"I'm the CEO of my father's company, but you already knew that," he stated without a lick of emotion as he finished off his plate of food and had a maid take it from him.

His voice was silk, but gravelly, carrying a subtle Italian accent, a bit clearer than his father's who carried a heavier accent.

"S-Sorry I just...don't know what to say," she muttered quietly under her breath with a sigh.

"And you?" He suddenly asked.

"O-Oh I don't work. Papa won't let us,"

He hummed in acknowledgment, wiping his mouth with a napkin for any remains of food.

"Come," he stood from his seat and gestured to her to follow. She bunched up her dress as she stood up, stumbling slightly over the chair but then quickly followed after him as he was already to the door.

He held it open for her, letting her pass through then taking the lead to show her outside.

The night's twinkling lights shone upon them, guiding them to the moon's illumination.

He led her on a path to the garden but instead of going in it they passed it.

They went to the back where the sky was open, no trees covering and the ground was covered in little flowers with every step. She was almost afraid to step foot in the area, afraid to crush the tiny flowers.

What got her though, was the swen before her in the sky. You could see the large, full moon in the sky perfectly. Every marking on it, every star that twinkles around it.

It was all so pretty to her.

"Wow," she smiled, looking up but continuing to follow him to a small bench facing the moon.

They sat down together, gazing upon the night sky in silence. But this time a comforting silence.

He gazed upon her, watching her eyes shine as she looked up into the sky at all the twinkling lights.

He looked upon the curls that rained down from her head, and the brown eyes that gazed upon every little star.

"Why did you take the deal?" He suddenly asked, making her look towards him where their eyes met and her heartbeat a little harder. His eyes delved into hers, the likes of his silver irises reflecting herself in his eyes.

"D-Did you not want to do it?" She asked, confused.

"I have to do this," he paused for a moment. "For my company. You, you had a choice. So why?"

She blew out a short wisp of air through her nose, folding her hands on her lap before looking back up to the sky.

"It was the right thing to do, right?" He stared at her for a short moment then nodded. "If not me, then someone else. It wouldn't make a difference. I wouldn't want to put the burden on someone else. After all, I can deal with it." She smiled warmly at him but he just stared

"Maybe it won't be that bad," she whispered. But he noticed the hint of sadness that followed her tone.

He muttered something under his breath, taking out a cigarette from his pocket and beginning to light up.

"Do you mind?" He asked with the cigarette in his mouth. She just shook her head and waved her hand.

"Oh go ahead. It's your house after all,"

He lit the cigarette, taking a long drag. "It's my parents house. Not mine,"

"O-Oh you don't live with your family?" He just shook his head, looking out into the sky.

The two settled into a silence once more, comforting even with a little smile on Ophelia's lips.

The night passed and they went back into the house around nine with minimal chit-chat.

"I-It was pleasant meeting you, Dante," she smiled slightly awkwardly but the warmth in it took over.

He nodded his head, holding the door open to the limousine and even taking her hand to help her step in. She blushed deeply at the contact, and looked up at him once she sat down to see him staring down at her too.

Then, a little smirk stretched the tiniest bit over his lips as he shut the door.

She laid in her bed, gazing upon the white ceiling of her room and holding her hand to her chest.

Things had been awkward tonight, but a part of it had been comforting. Although he didn't talk much, his silence was rather comforting, calming.

Towards the end he mentioned something about an engagement party tomorrow, where they would make it official to everyone. It would be an evening party, but she wasn't sure if she had anything to wear for such an occasion.

It wasn't anything to worry about tonight, for now she was tired.

She fell asleep under the softness of her blankets, dreaming of the quiet, tattooed hunk.

She awoke to Zelda making biscuits on her stomach, at least that's what she liked to call it. She kneaded her paws into the blanket and meowed at her owner when she slowly sat up.

"Good morning, Zelda," she smiled at her cat, petting along her orange and white head

She got up out of bed, slipping on her slippers to hide her feet from the cold hardwood floor as she made her way into the conjoined bathroom. She rid of her clothes and jumped in the shower quickly, pinning her hair up and soaping her body up with her favorite scented soap.

She hummed a tune stuck in her head as she got out and dried herself off, picking out an outfit to start her day.

She picked up her book on the nightstand, putting her nose in it almost immediately and putting her headphones on to listen to smooth, classical music as she read. The music had no words, just a gentle melodious tune which she loved.

She made her way down the stairs with her eyes scanning every word on the pages that seemed to jump on the pages and into her mind, jumbling around to make a picture of the words displayed.

Listening to her music, she didn't even hear the voices around her until she looked up.

She met the silver irises of Dante, standing there with his hands in his pockets.