Dreamless in Early Graves (Vic Fuentes / Kellic) ✔️

Chapter 15: The Dance

"Well, don't you look handsome all dressed up." I complimented Vic as I caught up with him in the bathroom, staring at his own reflection.

He was struggling a little with his tie, but dropped it all together once he noticed that I entered. He smiled into the reflection and slowly turned towards me.

"You don't look too bad either." He said with a small smile. "Feeling like a brunette today, I see?" He then pointed out, referring to my choice of hair for the occasion.

I chuckled, shaking my head in amusement. "Come over here." I said, holding out a hand to him. He stepped closer and stopped in front of me. "You don't need this." I then concluded, taking the loose tie that hung around his neck off him.

I tossed it aside and looked at Vic curiously as he suddenly started grinning. "If you wanted me out of my clothes, you could've just asked."

I rolled my eyes and playfully slapped his chest as he just laughed at me.

I was invited by my old manager to attend a gala annex fundraiser with art, food and drinks to raise money to keep the old grand ballroom hall downtown opened up. Him and I had a history of being there a lot, training and doing competitions, so of course I was going to attend and donate some money.

I managed to convince Vic to be my 'date' sorta speak and got him to wear a nice suit. I was wearing a long, flowing marine blue dress that didn't show much skin, which was a good thing, because only my manager knew of my condition. He wasn't aware of the fact that I was actually dying, but he knew that I was virtually incapable of doing what I used to love to do so much.

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"I can not believe that people would buy this. . . I mean, it looks like something that a toddler made. And for sixteen-thousand, really?" Vic asked incredulously as we walked through the art gallery part of the gala.

I chuckled lightly at his usual bold opinion. "It's called abstract art, Vic." I simply explained to him.

"What does that even mean?"

I rolled my eyes and urged him to just head further into the grand hall, until we arrived at the tables of food and butlers who walked around with trays filled with glasses of champagne.

Vic very much appreciated that he could start gorging himself into whatever was served, and I was more than amused by watching him. "These shrimp are amazing." He said, with his mouth half-full.

I laughed at his display. He was so cute sometimes, he didn't even realize it.

"Mariana Isabella Angelus, the Ballroom Angel. . . I have not seen you in years!" A very familiar voice called out from behind me.

I smiled brightly and turned around on my heels. "Kellin Quinn Bostwick, look at what the cat dragged in." I grinned before we engulfed each other into a tight hug. "And you know I hate that nickname."

He chuckled and and pulled away. "So, how have you been? No one ever quite got the memo about why you quit. . . and the world is just dying to know why the Ballroom Angel decided to throw her dancing heels in the ring after winning the biggest competition in the world." He pried curiously.

Dying to know, oh the irony. . .

I sighed. "It just wasn't my time anymore." I simply said to him, not wanting to explain the fact that I quit because I had been diagnosed with an incurable amount of cancer.

"Did he just call you the Ballroom Angel?" Vic asked incredulously, his mouth still partly filled with food. "You're the Ballroom Angel?!"