Gillaume Men #01: Ranzar Craestok

CHAPTER 16: Blame the alcohol

~ Julliane Laurent ~

I am tired.

After entering the ball with Roswell, people flocked to us, and we didn't even get to greet his parents yet.

"How long have you been here in L.A. Ms. Laurent?"

"When did the two of you meet?"

"Will we be seeing you more often Ms. Laurent?"

Their questions merges and blur to each other the more people surround us. I am accustomed to these parties and situations but I never expected it to be to this extent in America. It seems that attendees here are more hungry for rumors than the actual purpose of this charity ball.

"Roswell, Julliane you two are finally here! Thank God!" Mrs. Westbrook exclaimed as they made way for her as she walked in our direction. I smiled at her when she reached us.

"Good evening Mrs. Westbrook", I greeted and she smiled.

"Happy to see you Julliane, I hope that my son didn't make you feel uncomfortable when you two drove here. And I hope he will be a better escort than what I witness", she said and eyed Roswell. I gave a small laugh as she guided us away from the crowd that formed us.

We reached our table and Roswell helped me as I sat down. For the minutes that passed, whenever a person passed our table, I just felt more eyes on me. I felt like people were getting more and more anxious to talk to me, but I didn't let it get me since I promised myself that I should let this night pass peacefully fast so I could focus on my goal here--- and even finish my next designs for the upcoming Paris Fashion Week.

"Sorry about earlier Julliane", Roswell suddenly said and looked at me apologetically.

"No need for apologies Roswell" I replied to reassure him, but he still looked gloomy.

"I promised myself that I would make this night comfortable for you, but it ended the exact opposite and I wasn't even a good escort earlier. I just watched and smiled as people continued to go to us", He added. I placed a hand on his shoulder.

"It's alright, really, Roswell. People are naturally curious beings, so of course they would be curious", I said and maybe it helped a little since he was less gloomy than earlier.

He was about to speak again when a tall man approached our table.

"Roswell, my man!" the man said and both Roswell and I looked at him.

The man is maybe at least 6ft tall. He's wearing a Ganni suit, a silver coat with teal patterns that complimented his features. I think I recognize his face... he's the same person I saw back then when I first met Roswell.

"Pierce", Roswell calmly greeted and stood up to hug the man.

"So... this is Miss Blondie", the man stated after they hugged and glanced at me. I just replied to him with a smile.

"Ah yes, Uhm... Julliane this is my friend, Pierce Vanderson. Pierce this is my date for tonight, Julliane Laurent", Roswell said as he introduced the two of us.

Oh. Pierce Vanderson. He's also Craestok's friend.

Pierce then bowed at me and laid out his hand, I placed my hand on his and he kissed the back of it.

"It's nice to meet you, Miss Laurent", Pierce said.

"Likewise Mr. Vanderson", I chuckled. From this interaction alone, I could see that this man could pull a ton of women. His voice is sweet and he seemed romantic.