In Your Dreams

eleven

DOMINICO

11:45 am.

I watched as Gisselle walked away, her head slightly held down by disappointment. My heart, my chest felt.. odd. It was something that I've never felt before. I felt the need to apologize to her, but I couldn't figure out what I had done wrong, although I knew it was something.

I looked down at Abigail who held onto me as if I would blow away in the breeze and suddenly, I was.. disgusted.

Seeing Gisselle in that beautifully elegant dress standing alone, as if she were higher than everyone else, excited me. It made me feel as though I was a little boy staring at the best piece of candy in the candy store.

I knew she had never been with anyone, at least not in a sexual way. I knew she was too mature to throw herself at men and she clearly demonstrated how unfriendly she was.

Here I was, wanting to speak to her, to get to know her better. I couldn't decide if it was because she worked for me or because I actually wanted to know, her.

But of course, Abigail reminded me of whom I was already attached to. Whom I was supposed to be "in love" with.

I'd never said the words to her. Not the three words. I didn't feel it, but a part of me wanted to feel it with the other woman, Gisselle. A part of me wanted to run after her, stop her, and explain that all of this was a huge misunderstanding. But I knew she would have already heard that before. It was too clichè and in truth, I wasn't a misunderstanding at all. I was making the effort to speak to her, giving her signs that I liked what I saw tonight and then reminded of my previous attachment to someone else, in front of her.

I had been the one to mess up and there wasn't even anything to mess up. But.. I wanted there to be something.

"Listen, Abi, I'm going to find Angel. I don't think I've seen him all night." I slid from her grasp and before she could question me, I was swallowed into the crowd, my eyes scanning for the only perfect woman here.

I pushed through the men and women, turning corners, looking in bathrooms, and back out into the main living room. There was no sign of her.

I sighed and ran my hand through my hair, turning around towards the front door. A piece of a silk white dress gently escaped and I made my way to the exit.

"Please be her." I said under my breath.

I looked out of the door and watched as she and her sister were headed to JJ's range.

"Gisselle," I called to her. She turned to look at me, her dark blue eyes shielded with anger and disappointment. Man, I felt horrible.

She told her sister to go ahead and I made my way towards her. I gestured my hand towards JJ to dismiss him. I wanted her to know..

"Gisselle, I.. I.."

"You don't owe me an explanation. I'll see you at work tomorrow, Mr. Chanes." She turned away towards the Range, but I grabbed her arm, causing her to jump a little.

"Don't call me that, you know it's Dominico." She still refused to look at me. I shook my head and looked towards the brick pavement.

"Gisselle, it's not as it seems." So much for not being clichè.

I couldn't seem to get the right words out. I was tongue tied and knowing that she didn't even want to look at me only made me feel worse.

"What could it possibly be?" She asked, her head still turned. "I seen it for myself. This isn't your fault, there's nothing." She sighed and snatched her arm away, before saying under her breath, "There isn't going to be, either."