A special Cristhmas

Chapter one: the Gala

Nathalie though

...just an other day..like the others; studio, work, schedules and of course...Gabriel.. ugh! I don't know how i can love a man like him! I just...Ugh..! Its so hard! I don't know what i fell!.. put your self togheter Nathalie! You don't even know what you are typing!

Nathalie's thoughs were interupped by a voice. It was Gabriel's, of course. His hand were on her desk and his blue-grey eyes were illuminated by the sun. His eyes planted on hers. She looked at him and then at the computer, back at him.

-yes, sir?

-Nathalie, are you gonna be at the winter Gala this year too? Right?

-of course.

-perfect! Please come at my computer.

*she got up and followed him till his computer.*

-well, Nathalie. I projected you dress for this Gala!

*she looked at him suprised*
-sir! You know i can just buy it like every year.

-i know, but this year i wanted a change. Do you like it?

*she looked at him and back at the schetck*

-this is wonderfull! I love it!

*he give her a quick smile as he stared at her beautiful deep blue eyes*

-well, i can then start working on it!

-i guess so, Sir.

*he could have fell her excitement from his miraculus. He was happy about it, but sad from one side couse she didn't show that much of excictment outside. He thoungh why. Maybe becouse of work? Maybe becouse of him? His head got filled whit millions on thoughs. Another though got on his mind. *what id she hates me?* he though. *well its not like i care* Lie.*

-Some days later

The dress was complited and he wanted her to try it on.

-Nathalie! Could you come here? The dress is complete and i want you to try it.

-sure, sir.
*she got up and walked over him. He stared at her, she was beautiful, her deep blue eyes reflected the sun. Her pale skin and her rosy hearted lips.*

*Gabriel though for a moment. How beautyful.. if i could only..kiss her..lips... No! Wake up! Dont let the though take you! But.. she is so beautifull..*

Nathalie spoke.

-sir' is everything ok?

-yes, sorry. I want you to try the dress.

*he took a manique that had the tress on*

-here

*she looked stunned by it*

*five minute later she got back in the studio whit the dress on, she looked marveleus. The dark red dress made contrast whit the pale skin. Shoulders, arms, and a leg where freely showed.*

- you look stunning, Nathalie!

*she blushed*

-thank you, sir..

*she then looked at the floor not to make him see her red cheeks**

-turn around.

-beg your pardon?

-turn around please.

She did.

-come here please..

*she walked over him and he kneed over her to fix something*

-please stay still.

She did.

-perfect! *he said happily*

-..umh..sir?

-yes?

-its.. a bit thigh..

-thigh? Were?

-on the chest..

*she was almost out of breath, still not wanting to show it, 'couse Gabriel might though that she is weak and she absolutely didn't want to show it, bit still wanted to live.*

-let me see.. you are right, i putted too much fabbric here. Take it off .

*she then got away from the studio to get changed, a few minutes later she got back.*

-here.

*an hour later he complited the dress, it was now perfect.*

-it's done.
Silence.

-well i will go back at work, sir.

-Day passed and the Gala came.

Nathalie was getting ready, she was doing her hair until Gabriel got in the bathroom

*he looked at her. She was stunning like always, but she had her hair down now.*

-you should let them down. *the words slipped out of his mouth*

-uh?

*he couldn't take the words back*

-the hair, you should let them down. You look gorgeus.

*she blushed at his word but fortunaly she had make up on and it hided a bit of her natural blush*

-thank you.

-at the Gala.

-so.. are you gonna be there the whole time or just came at the dance part?

-i might do as always

*he sighted and looked at her whit some sort of puppy eyes, but not too puppy but enough to make her say yes*

-please Nathalie... you know i don't like staying whit too many people

-fine.. only this time

*he gave her a warm and greeting smile, with she replied whit a smile too and a bit of blush*