Sapphire

Chapter Five

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Chapter Five This is why starting your heat in a room full of werewolves is very bad.

My friend, Alyssa, who was also a maid, helped me with my hair and makeup.

No blush was needed because if this dinner was anything like the others my face would be too red throughout the night.

I was blushing just thinking about the crude .remarks the males will make.

Towards me.

The maids.

My mom.

Women in general.

Alyssa applied a bit of eyeliner and purple mascara that for some reason made my green eyes, that I inherited from mom, pop.

She arranged my array of black curls in a semi-decent matter, leaving them down to flow around my face.

“Finished!” she declared.

She held up a hand mirror before me so I could inspect myself.

In my place was a pretty girl, someone confident.

Someone who stood a slight chance at receiving Gabe’s heart.

I sighed knowing that that would never happen.

I didn’t stand a chance in being able to love Gabe.

Because my love would never be returned.

I stood up, twirling slowly to receive Alyssa’s full inspection.

“Perfect.” she complimented, giving me a small hug that wouldn’t mess up my dress or makeup.

“Thank you, Alyssa. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Nothing. Your beautiful anyway, I just boosted it to it’s full potential.” She smiled.

“Sure you did. Thanks for the boost.” I replied dryly.

We both laughed.

She shooed me out of the door because it was five ‘til six.

Dinner started at six.

I walked out the door to see a very handsome Gabe standing in a black tux, his blond hair tugged away from his handsome face in a small queue at the nape of his neck.

I almost drooled.

Almost.

“Are you ready, milady?” he said, extending his arm towards me.

“Yes. And who’s the dork now?”

He chuckled and I took his arm.

“You look pretty.” he complimented.

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, wishing that he could be telling me that and meaning it.

“You’re pretty too.” I replied cheekily.

He gazed down at me with a un-amused look upon his face.

I smiled innocently at him.

We were now at the top of the winding stairway that led to the ballroom.

“Don’t let me fall.” I murmured.

“I’m your bodyguard. I can’t let anything hurt you. Even yourself.”