Iridescent

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 6

The mysterious woman stood oddly close to Tom as they're both talking to another person in front of them.

She had her dainty hands gently wrapped around one of his arms as she listened closely to their conversation. Her curly dark hair is coiffed in a neat updo. The black dress that she wore shaped her slim figure in perfection, like she's the art itself. Elysia noticed from afar that Tom had said something to make her laugh out loud. Her bright smile filled the entire room. She's incredibly mesmerizing.

Elysia scoffed. How could anyone find that wicked man amusing?

Seeing how happy Tom and his people are made her want to burn the manor down to the ground. While there are innocent lives being taken by his tragic hands, his people are there laughing about who-knows what.

Elysia's body had betrayed her own thoughts. Before she even knew what was happening, she was already walking towards the parlor room. The sounds of clicking heels managed to stop them all in the middle of their conversation. All eyes were on her, including the darkest one. Tom's entire demeanor shifted as soon as he saw Elysia standing by the doorway.

"Pardon me, for the interruptions. Riddle had failed to tell me that we were expecting guests." Elysia slyly said as she can feel Riddle's gaze drilling down the side of her skull.

She was familiar with Rosier and Nott as they were in the meeting about her arranged marriage. But with the mysterious woman, not so much.

As if expecting Riddle to introduce the guests to her, Rosier decided to chime in to break the silence. "Where are my manners?" He said. Gesturing his hands towards the man sitting across the room, sipping a glass of firewhisky, he continued. "Elysia, that is Nicolas Nott. I'm sure you've remembered seeing him around."

"I have." She replied. "And, you are?" She asked, staring at the mysterious girl, not caring to wait for Rosier to introduce her himself.

"I'm Clarissa Nott. Nicolas' sister." She reached out her hand with a smile.

"Elysia Lennox, Riddle's wife." Elysia shook her hand as she smiled politely back at Clarissa.

After departing their hands, Clarissa's hand went back to where it was, clinging onto Riddle's arm. Right from the start, it's obvious to Elysia that Clarissa is indeed a touchy person. Her relationship with Riddle seems to be closer than she thought. Certainly, Elysia's introduction as Riddle's wife didn't phase Clarissa at all.

Noticing how Elysia stared at her hands, Clarissa swiftly removed it onto the side of her dress in embarrassment.

Elysia bit back her smirk as she focused her attention on Riddle. It was to her surprise that he was already glaring at her.

"So, you're the infamous woman that everyone is talking about." Clarissa added.

"Infamous?" Elysia questioned her.

Clarissa chuckled at her response. "Everyone in London practically knows who you are by now. And how you've managed to capture the cold hearted wizard that everyone fears."

Elysia looked back at Riddle and noticed how he clenched his jaw when that last phrase escaped Clarissa's mouth. Did he know about this? Elysia questioned herself.

"Is that so?" She blurted out as she paid her attention back to Clarissa.

"If you don't mind, I would like for you to stay with us during the meeting. Avery's running late so we're a bit behind schedule. Care to join?"

Before Elysia can say anything, Riddle interrupted. "She's actually just on her way out."

Elysia stared at him in disbelief as she bit back her tongue from saying something that she might regret. "No, I'm not." She replied sternly. "I intended to stay as it is impolite to decline an offer."