RIGHT 2

Chapter 11

With a heavy heart, I stormed out of the bathroom. My head was pounding with grave thoughts, the despair was heavier than the rock.

Was it honestly my pride that had been overshadowing Aiden's efforts?

The answer to this question was unknown to me, I wandered through the passage that glowed with the soft yellow lights. Music was still eloquent; my heart was still aching and Aiden wasn't with me. Some influential people were in a stupor of expensive wine which was served the entire night. The atmosphere had enveloped me so profoundly that I didn't notice someone walking toward me and crashed softly.

I stumbled a little, but a soft weak hand wrapped around my wrist and benefited me to maintain my balance.

" Oh, I am sorry dear, I was in rush to find my husband," a warmth filled soft feminine voice said. I tilted my head and greeted a woman who appeared in her late sixties, she had an imperceptible white elegant gown that is worn by most of women in this ball. She looked beautiful.

" No, it's fine." I smiled.

She inspected me from bottom to top, perhaps searching for any damage, and when she was satisfied with her examination, she grinned.

" You looked beautiful dear," she complimented softly.

" Thank you, you look pretty too."

Her face seemed familiar like I had seen her somewhere. I dug deep in my head to search for her identification, but it was all in vain. She seemed familiar but I couldn't recognize her.

The sound deep masculine voice halted my pondering, and instantly, my gaze drifted in the direction of the voice.

"Sweetheart, where were you? I searched for you everywhere."

" I was with Isabelle, then I stumbled upon this beautiful young lady," She motioned towards me and Mr. Harrington peeked at me.

" Miss Gracia?"

I smiled.

"You both know each other?" the woman inquired. Mr. Harrington pulled her against him and tenderly kissed her cheek. A sweet gesture that melted my heart. Oh, so he was the husband she was searching for.

" Yes dear, she works with Eric. We had met earlier at the ball," he explained and then looked at me, " This is my wife, Miss Garcia. And I hope her clumsiness didn't bother you." His tone was light, and levity was flickering.

" Not at all."

" Oh, I entirely forgot to tell you why I was searching for you. Here..." he motioned his hand and the strong masculine figure slowly emerged from the shadow in which it was stood before.

My breath hitched.

What was he doing here?

"Penelope, this is Aiden Stallard, heir of Ignite Industries and this is Penelope, my wife."

From distance this close, he appeared more handsome, more charming. His soft curl was raggedly combed and the yellow light falling made his face seem softer and his forest eyes livelier.

" It nice to meet you Mrs. Harrington," he spoke, sweetly and softly.

" And this is Miss Gracia."

He glanced at me, and the cold passion flickered in his eyes, which urged my heart to pound in my chest, and to knees trembled underneath the silk and lace.

"We know each other, don't we Emerald?"

He smirked.

I nodded, shyly.