A/N ~ Well my best friend, Angelina, gave me the opinion that I should do this chapter in Harry's P.O.V so this is a little treat!!♥
*Harry's P.O.V*
I was barely paying attention to the girl fighting for my attention. I knew that she had black hair and was wearing a black cocktail dress, that was pretty much all I had gathered in the 15 minutes she had been babbling to me, what I was really doing was look for Ariella.
I prayed she had found a dress and not abandoned her driver at the door. I knew she was there instantly, I felt the change in the air.
I swung my head toward the street and saw the limo pull up, a good 10 minutes late. She stepped out of the limo door and I felt my head get light, like I was didn't have enough air. She looked breathtaking. Her golden hair tumbled down her back like a thick river of golden silk, I saw her icy blue eyes darken in the night and the flickering lights. Her dress was gorgeous and while I knew it had cost a fortune, I was glad for every penny. She was my goddess, my beacon in the crowd of darkness.
I knew she hadn't seen me yet, her eyes swept the few people who were outside, trying to place me. Without so much as a goodbye to the women talking to me, I strode away and walked over to Ariella. Her eyes lit up when they landed on me and she started walking toward me, I had to focus on putting one foot in front of the other as her dress pulled behind her. The way she was looking at me with a huge smile across her face warmed me from the inside out.
When we reached each other she stopped and stared at me, I the same to her. I watched as her eyes trailed over the curls on my forehead to my lips and finally she met my eyes. I wanted to pull the mask I was wearing off but I knew I couldn't. "You look ravishing" I told her, trying to stop myself from pulling her against me and kissing her.
She laughed, a beautiful sound that had nothing on the music that was playing. "You don't look so bad yourself" she replied, straiting my bow tie. "May I?" I asked, holding my arm up so I could escort her in. She smiled at me, as she wrapped her arm around mine. "You may"
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Ariella did a splendid job in the face of the camera. She was polite in every fashion expected and always smiled when needed. I could tell she hated it though, I did to. I just wanted to enjoy the party with Ariella and at last it was time that only invitees could be present.
I walked Ariella over to our table and we both sat down, me with a paddle for the auction. I knew that Ariella and I shouldn't be talking and from the mischievous gleam in her eyes I gathered she did too. But we sat there and had a hushed conversation, I saw the irritated glances we got from other couples but for once, I didn't care.
Once the auction began, I squeezed Ariella's hand to signal that I needed to pay attention. The first thing was a yatch, 60 feet, with a fully furnished cabin. It started at 200,000. I heard Ariella gasp in surprise as the prices climbed, I chuckled in response, she hadn't seen anything yet.
We went through multiple things, A private jet with a personal pilot, 3 week back-packing trip in Europe... Nothing had spiked my interest. Until now.
He read off and showed images of a pent house that was for sale in a building on the beach of Miami. I looked at the location, it was less than 10 minutes drive from the University. With a glance at Ariella I saw she was enamored with the place, her eyes held pure adoration.
Without another thought I raised my paddle, "500K" I said confidently.
I heard Ariella gasp in surprise as I continued rattling off numbers, I was in a money war with a man in his early 30's. He was here with a girl that had dark hair her green eyes stared me down with a peircing gaze. Irritated, I rolled my eyes and finally decided to throw the number up. "2 million" my voice boomed around the room, echoing of the walls. Ariella shrieked next to me, but I ignored it.
His grey eyes widened as I gave him a cocky smirk. Damn straight buddy. He was too shocked to put his paddle up and continue bidding. "Going once... twice... sold!" Ariella smiled over at me me but I could tell she was just as shocked as the man, if not more.
Wait till she found out that the apartment was for her.
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