Chains & Butterflies

Chapter 7: A Negative Wallflower & Custards Grenades!

Chapter 7: A Negative Wallflower & Custards Grenades!

"Acceptance of one's life has nothing to do with resignation; it does not mean running away from the struggle. On the contrary, it means accepting it as it comes, with all the handicaps of heredity, of suffering, of psychological complexes and injustices."

-Paul Tournier

This party had become insufferable in a matter of seconds. After we had left the room, Violet and I made our way down to the outside courtyard. It was only then that I became aware of full extent my mother had place for today's earlier preparations.

Everything was beautifully laid out. The night sky hung above us, as small glowing lights illuminated every bush and tree on sight. There were benches and tables set up all around so guest could gather for gossip and discuss business. Many people came today, the guest ranged from all ages. There were little ones scurrying about the field weaving their way in-between guest who became alarmed when little hands touched them. Waiters were walking around offering similar appetizers that lay beside me to people. Violet was with some teenagers hangout against the fountain and benches. Most of them were slouching, fingers busy typing away.

In the middle of all this was a woman who had hair that ending mid-back and dressed in a white chiton. Her stone body shimmered with the light spot on her. She was tilting forward showing some of her bosom, while she poured out water from a small vase in her hand into the fountain below.

Stab.

I was supposed to be far, far away from here.

Stab.

"Congratulations" a random woman said. Walking by she pause and giggled, "Well almost, right."

Stab.

"Right," I sourly smiled back. This wasn't nearly close to what I had in mind when I left today. All the hours of scheming, trashed. Every angle of this plan was persist, and thoroughly executed. Expect, for that damn car and the blasted ogre inside. One unfortunate event that landed me here next to the table of hors d'oeuvres, with a tooth pick, miserable as hell.

Stab.

It appeared that all of my family had come, along with father's business partners. I'm sure he was happy with the outcome. This sort of gathering was useful to him for one thing and one thing only, possible business affiliations. Father had thrown many social gathering since I could remember. If one of our classmate was in the least bit important to him, he would ask us to befriend them in hopes of developing a partnership with their fathers. So, it was no surprise to see him in his professional state today.

"Evelyn," someone said excitedly.

I looked up to see a man dress in all black attire, brown hair pulled back and had his wife wrapped around his arms. She also looked lovely today. Her blond hair polished up into a high ponytail, revealing her diamond necklace that was given to her on a special occasion. Not a string of hair was out of place as she smiled at me. A blue strapless dress reflected those bright blue eyes of hers as her heels clicked against the ground. I greeted each one of them by kissing them on the cheek. "Mary, Uncle Steven."

"How's my favorite niece?" He asked, giving me a huge.

"I'm just peachy Uncle, how about you?"

"I couldn't be happier knowing you're getting engaged today. So who's the lucky bastard?" He said grabbing my shoulder, which moved the hug into a side one.

"Over there." I pointed to him carelessly out from the crowd.

Mary lifted her feet high to get a better look. "Oh my what a handsome young man he is." Yea, an ogre that ruined my plans.