Eunoia

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She felt the familiar nerves arising in her as her mother put her hair up for the evening and her sister did her makeup.

Luna carefully applied the lipstick, making sure to coat her lips evenly. She took extra care to line her lips with the lipstick and blend the edges for a more natural look. She then added a darker color to her eyes, carefully applying it in a winged shape that framed her eyes. She added a generous amount of mascara, expertly curling her lashes before applying the mascara.

Once she was done with her eyes, she added a touch of blush to her cheeks, making sure to blend it in with her natural skin tone. She then added a bit of contour to her nose, making sure to keep it subtle yet effective. When she was finished, she stepped back and admired her work.

Meanwhile, her mother was busy carefully pulling her hair back into a bun. She made sure to keep it purposely messy, with multiple curls hanging out in the front. When she was done, she stood back and admired her daughter. The look suited her perfectly and her mother was proud of her work.

"My little sis, all grown up," Luna smiled, stroking her shoulder as she stood up.

"We must get going, we can't be late," her mother helped her up out of her chair and led her downstairs where a limousine awaited.

She twisted and pulled at her fingers all the way there.

The night had finally set upon them, tonight she would officially be engaged.

She was scared but apart of her wasn't. She was no longer afraid of who the man could be. She knew Dante a little better from the past two days they had spent together, although he didn't talk much. But that was okay. She didn't always need words.

His quiet gestures were enough, and when he did speak it was more than enough.

But he was still a man she barely knew. They had only met a day or so ago. They hadn't really talked and got to know each other.

But she knew they would. One day at a time.

They arrived at the venue, and she couldn't help but awe at how gorgeous it was. Fairy lights were strung up, lanterns lighting the rest of the way to the entrance of the venue.

The family was led inside, and Ophelia was baffled by how many people were there. The room was completely, suffocatingly full.

Dante watched her from the window as she marveled over the outside, seeing her doe eyes light up and a smile gracing her plump lips.

He made his way out to meet her and her family, and when he saw how beautiful she looked, he couldn't help but let the tiniest smile escape.

He nodded to her parents then came to take her hand and lead her inside.

Her nerves seemed to intensify tenfold at the sight of all these people. She had never been one for crowds, although been forced in them all her life.

She squeezed his hand unintentionally, gulping her nerves down as well. Dante looked down at her, watching her scrunch her dress up in her fist.

"You look very pretty," he whispered into her ear, watching as she turned to him with that cute blush fluttering over her cheeks.

"T-Thank you," her eyes fluttered over him, seeing him in a suit and tie, a black tie. His tattoos were covered for the most part, but you could still see the outline of a few as well as the outline of his strong biceps. "You look nice...too," he smiled a tiny bit, and seeing it made her smile too.

He kept her hand tight in his while leading her through the crowd. Many people stopped them to bid their congratulations to the couple, to which they just replied their thanks. And by them, she meant Dante. She was surprised to see him do most of the talking, but she figured he did it more often than seen considering he is a CEO.

About an hour or so passed, and while Dante was busy talking to a client of his she slipped away without him noticing. She went to find the drink stand, pouring her a cup of cold iced water to relieve her dry mouth.

Standing next to a back door, she peered out the window of it and spotted a small flower bed surrounding an old wooden bench.

She looked back to her fiancé, seeing that he hadn't noticed her disappearance yet and slipped out the door.

Her heels sunk into the ground so she slipped them off thankfully, they had been hurting her feet all night. She was never one to wear heels, more slip-ons and sandals.

The night air chilled her, a breeze coming along and dancing along her skin to raise goosebumps. She shivered but made her way over to the old, mossy bench and took her seat.

She leaned down, taking a flower that stood taller than the others in her hands, gently sweeping her thumbs over the petals. They were soft under her finger tips, and she raised it to her nose to take a sniff of the floral aroma.

It was so suffocating in there, and so free out here. Was that how it was always going to be?

She smiled to herself and leaned back, shivering once more and rubbing her hands over her arms as she looked up into the night sky.

She heard the rustle of clothes, and before she could turn around, a large, black coat was drooping over her shoulders with the smell of a familiar cologne wrapping her up and hugging her tight.

Dante came around and sat himself beside her.

"I was wondering where you went," he sighed, loosening his tie and slipping it from his collar.

"Sorry, there's just so many people in there," she looked down at her hands and the jacket that covered them.

He leaned over and fixed it over her, pulling it to cover her more.

When she looked up, their eyes met, his silver eyes swirling with a certain emotion she couldn't recognize.

What she could recognize, is how close in proximity they were. Their noses were nearly grazing.

His eyes flickered down for a split second and she blushed lightly. He noticed.

He buttoned the jacket for her then pulled back, running his hand through the soft locks of his dark brown hair. So dark it nearly looked black. Or maybe it was black, she couldn't tell in the lighting.

She noticed her heart beating ferociously in her chest, so fast she thought it would burst and her cheeks felt hotter than just a moment ago.

She cleared her throat and looked back towards the flowers before her.

What just happened?