Casanova H.S

Chapter Fifteen

"You are so irresponsible, Mira!" Olivia screams as she throws her hands in the air. "God, what will Mr. Bayard think of you when he sees you looking like a punching bag," Olivia stresses while she paces back and forth in front of me. When I woke up this morning I swear she looked like she was going to have a heart attack when she saw my face.

"Who is Mr. Bayard?" I ask confused, but also to maybe distract her from my bruises. They weren't as bad as I expected them to be, but to Mira, they were worse.

"Your husband. For gods sakes, Mira!" She yells at me angry. How could I know? I have never heard his name being spoken before now. I know Olivia is only concerned about me, and the future of the family. I am not intentionally trying to make this hard for her, but I can't really control what happens either.

"There is something called makeup, Olivia. We'll be fine." I reassure her even though I find this whole thing ridicules. He arrives in three days. He was supposed to come sooner, but he got caught up with something. It makes me wonder if this is how it will be. Me sitting at home waiting for him, only for him to be caught up with something more important.

"I honestly have no idea why he wanted you out of the three of us." She says disappointedly. I just brush of her comment knowing she is just stressed and doesn't mean it. I don't know why he wanted me either, because we have never met before. I know he chose me out of pictures of us three, but how can you want to marry someone simply based on looks?

"Me neither." I push myself off the couch and make my way to the door. I can't stand to be in here planning a wedding I don't want to happen in the first place. Like any little girl I have planned some parts of my wedding since I was little, nevertheless, none of my needs has been taken into consideration.

I walk along the stream making mine towards the big bridge where I once again see Amber leaning against the stone fence. She turns around and looks at me with a happy smile. "Mira! Just the person I hoped to see." She waves me over, and I gladly start walking towards her.

"And why is that?" I ask curiously once I am beside her.

"Just wanted someone to talk to, and I heard you met Louis." She says lifting herself up onto the stone fence so she has somewhere to sit. Her legs swing back, and forth like an excited little girl. I just breathe out a laugh at her childish nature.

"Indeed I did. He is very charming." I compliment him as I sit down beside her. My dress is short making the stones touch my bare legs. I shift a bit in my seat at how warm the stones are, but quickly gets used to it, and look back at Amber.

"Oh, yes he is." She says with a far of dreamy look, her mind most likely drifting of to Louis. "No matter, enough about me. Louis told me you have met someone special." She claps exited, and I almost want to laugh at the irony. I don't say anything so she keeps talking. "Tell me everything, please. You were there for me last time, and now I want to be here for you." She takes my hand in hers reassuring me that she is here to listen.

I sigh getting ready to explain. "I met him at the ball a few weeks ago. He was wearing a mask and he was arrogant and confident, but he was also intriguing. When he took his mask I swear he took my breath away." I almost forget that Amber is here as I get lost in the memory of him. How he was so full of himself but got more and more comfortable with me for every word we spoke.

"Tell me about his eyes." She says scotching closer. I have never had anyone this excited about hearing something I have to tell, and I am honestly a bit surprised when I am enjoying it.

"They're a beautiful pair of green, like the forest," I tell her with a sweet smile as his eyes flash before my eyes. They were so dark in the ballroom, but once we met outside and the moonlight hit them, they were shining like emeralds.

"They sound wonderful." She says looking at me in awe. I love Harry's eyes, but Louis is as blue as the ocean so there is no need for her to be in awe.

"They are. Nevertheless, we danced, but after that, I found out who he really is, Casanova." I look down hating that every time I say it I get embarrassed. It's not that I am embarrassed over him, but the fact that I out of all people would get feeling for someone like him. However, they do not know how he truly is so my feeling is justified to me.

"Oh no, Mira." She isn't judging she is just sympathy knowing it won't end well. I am well aware of that myself, and I have been all this time, but is it truly so bad to wish for us to have a happy ending. Is it so wrong of me to actually believe that Harry in some way has changed?

"Yeah, well after I found out I snuck into the backyard of the castle, and we met again. Whiteout me really having a say in the matter we met several more times, and my feeling just grew more and more each time. Then a few days ago I found out my sister had arranged a marriage for me, so I am engaged to someone else." There is nothing resembling enthusiasm I'm my voice, but I wish there was. I wish I was a little excited about my wedding, but I'm not.

"Congratulations?" She says uncertainty. I just look at her, and can't help but laugh at the situation, and soon after she joins. Our laughter dies down shortly, and we try to catch our breath. "Is he as handsome as they say?" She asks leaning in intrigued.

"Their words don't even come close to describe his beauty. And his voice is just like listening to a soothing melody you will never get tired of." The words roll off my tongue with so much confidence. I never thought I would admit this much, but it is truly amazing to know I can say this out loud, and I mean every word.

"I would love to meet him sometime." She says with a smile. I think Amber and Harry would get along quite well if they met, however, I do not think they would get along as well as him and Louis, but that is a guy thing I suppose.

"I am sure you will, but he has the worst humor, just warning you." I let out a chuckle remembering all the bad jokes Harry has tried to tell me. "But I laugh anyway just so he can think he's funny because nothing beats the smile he gets when I do." I adore his smile as much as I adore rain on a Sunday morning. I hope nothing in the world will make him stop smiling because if he does I will too.

"You love him, don't you?" Her smile is sweet, and innocent waiting for me to answer.

"I do," I admit whiteout even realizing it myself. I love him, I do. I guess I have known for a while but has always been scared to admit it to myself. To admit that I am in love with a world known player of girls, that for the longest time has used them for nothing more than pleasure. I want to believe he has changed with every part of me. I want to believe that I have changed him, but I don't think anyone other then himself can do that. And if he has I don't want him to have done it for me, but himself. He deserves so much more then he thinks, and I beg to god that someday someone else will notice that to, and give him all the love he deserves.

A tear falls down my face, first now realizing that I have let go of the only person I have ever loved. The only person that knows who I truly am, and what I truly want. When he left yesterday he didn't just leave he took my heart with him, and the only good thing about that is I know he will take care of it, he always has.