Winslow
I'm packing.
I'm packing for a mission with Everett as a couple.
What a great day!
I hate myself.
I haven't forgiven him, yet here I am staring at the dress I'm going to wear when we dance together.
Oh how beautiful it is.
It's a long, black dress, with lace appliques from the v-neckline, past the waist and onto the long skirt. This beautiful formal dress has thin shoulder straps that criss cross the open back before lacing up for the best fit. It came with long black gloves.
It's freaking amazing, I'll definitely look like a goddess in this.
(This is the dress I imagined, you guys can imagine whatever you'd like:)
"Ready to go?" Cassius asks me, standing outside of my room waiting. I put the dress in its bag and smile at him.
"Yep." I take my suitcase and walk out the door, "Are you coming with us?" I ask him while locking it.
"No." He lowers his voice and I turn around to face him. He seems sad and I frown,
"What's wrong?"
"Seo-Yeon is leaving."
"What?" I nearly drop the damn dress, "What do you mean?"
"Her dad found out about me. We're both screwed. I don't know what to do to get her to stay here, Winslow help me." His eyes plead me and I scoff, trying to process what's going on.
"When?"
"Next week."
"Why do I know nothing about it?"
"Only I know." He sighs.
"Winslow honey we have to go!" Maverick's voice is heard from downstairs and I turn to Cassius,
"Tell her to call me."
When we get outside, Everett helps me put my stuff in the car. Maverick starts explaining our plan for the last time but my mind is on Seo-Yeon.
Why is her dad like this?
I don't want my only friend here to leave, I have to do something. But what?
What if I talked to her father?
No way he'd understand. If he doesn't get that Cassius loves his daughter more than anyone, there's no use in trying to get him to let Seo-Yeon stay.
But what if he actually doesn't get it? And he needs to see Cassius love for her?
"Can you focus a bit here?" Everett's whisper echoes in my ear and wakes me up to reality.
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The Enchanted Ones
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