Heart Me

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Iris stood still in front of the mirror, already dressed to meet Benedict downstairs for dinner. Her Channel dress was a masterpiece of understated elegance, a deep sapphire blue that accentuated her slender figure. The dress hugged her torso, flaring out slightly at the hips, the hem brushing just below her knees. The delicate, sheer sleeves added a touch of ethereal grace, while the subtle, intricate lace detailing along the neckline and hem provided a hint of vintage charm. Her blond hair was meticulously arranged in a loose, romantic updo, soft tendrils framing her face and the nape of her neck. It was a style that spoke of both sophistication and a touch of whimsy, perfectly complementing her attire. Her makeup was equally thoughtful. Her complexion flawless, with a hint of blush that gave her cheeks a natural, healthy glow. Her eyes were subtly yet beautifully accentuated with shades of soft taupe and a touch of gold, her lashes long, giving her gaze a captivating depth. Her lips were painted a delicate rose, just enough to highlight their natural shape without overpowering her features. The final touch was her perfume, a light, floral scent that was both fresh and slightly mysterious, lingering in the air with each of her movements. As she gazed at her reflection, she seemed almost in inertia, her mind far away, occupied by thoughts of Stone. Her eyes, deep pools of emotion, wandered to the barred windows, a stark reminder of her uncertain future and the painful reality that she might never see her family again. The thought caused her eyes to well up with tears, the glistening drops threatening to spill over and ruin her carefully applied makeup. She blinked rapidly, taking deep breaths to compose herself, determined not to let her emotions betray her appearance. Finally, with a resolute sigh, she turned away from the mirror, gathering her strength. She left the bedroom with a heavy heart, each step taking her closer to the dinner awaiting her downstairs, where Benedict was expecting her. The weight of her thoughts lingered, but she steeled herself, ready to face whatever came next.

Each step she took downstairs echoing the tumult of emotions swirling within her. Her heart thudded audibly in her chest, a cacophony of anticipation, dread, and determination. Her breath was measured, yet she felt as if she were descending into an abyss, each step a surrender to the unknown. As she entered the living room, the ambiance struck her immediately. Benedict was sitting at the elegantly set table, a vision of calm and poise. The table itself was a testament to sophistication: a pristine white tablecloth, fine china, and sparkling crystal glasses, each element meticulously arranged. Candles flickered gently, casting a warm, inviting glow that softened the room's edges and added an air of intimacy. His eyes glittered with a mix of admiration and something deeper, more inscrutable, as they settled on her. The intensity of his gaze was almost tangible, a force that both drew her in and heightened her awareness of the moment's gravity. Iris paused at the door, her breath catching in her throat as she gathered her resolve. For a fleeting second, she considered retreating, but the resolve to face what lay ahead propelled her forward. Benedict rose with a fluid elegance that belied his otherworldly nature, moving towards her with a grace that seemed almost choreographed. He held out a chair for her, his movements respectful and attentive, his eyes never leaving hers. Iris managed a soft, appreciative smile as she allowed him to assist her, feeling the warmth of his hand briefly against her own. Once she was seated, he returned to his place opposite her. The silence that enveloped them was profound, charged with unspoken words and shared understanding. They looked at one another, eyes locking in a moment of pure, unfiltered connection. Iris could feel her heart beating faster, each thump echoing in the stillness, a rhythm that Benedict, with his heightened senses, undoubtedly perceived. It was fear though, he could tell. She was terrified.

"You look beautiful." He finally broke the silence. Iris gave him a soft nod and said nothing. He saw her put the napkin on her lap. "You're not going to talk?" He asked. Her blue eyes met his.

"What do you want me to say?" She shrugged. "You wanted me to have dinner and here I am."

"Iris..." He stretched out a hand to catch hers, but she pulled away in time. "I want you to be here."