Mr. Right and Mr. Wrong

16

My fingers glide over the gold on one of the many polished plates.

My eyes search up towards a million gorgeous crystals, dazzling in soft light and dancing gently to the classical music in the background.

The chatter of people and clinking glasses filled my ears.

I look up towards the person that held hazel eyes and a dazzling suit as well.

His hand were placed on the small of my back; soft fabric pressed up against my skin.

The velvet crimson of the dress flowed softly as we walked gracefully through the crowd of people.

I didn't know how I ended up in this position, but I did.

Tristan ended up with a call during our 'date' and had to get to his father's convenience party.

What I hadn't known was that he needed a date in order to go to the party and that date of course was me.

He took me to preppy salon and I were prepped up like most of the preppy girls that sat around like lazy cats at this party.

My preppiness were significant, mainly because I mostly certainly am not preppy.

I would rather sit around, my legs propped up, and my nails in between my teeth; not underneath a finger nail brush.

I'm just not that type of girl.

But here I am, standing next to the delinquent, in a red dress that were tight fitting, in a place I didn't even know existed.

"So how is the fancy life for you?" Tristan whispers in my ear.

"It's worse than I thought it would be." I mumble.

He chuckles and looks ahead.

A frown suddenly appears on his face as he spots a man with a head of black and gray hair walking up to us with his stunning yet absolutely young date.

She wore a skimpy gown and looked about twenty years apart from the old man.

The old man held the same hazel eyes, black hair, and olive skin as Tristan.

So this must be the Father of the delinquent.

"Hello son." The old man greets.

"Hmph." Tristan hums, skipping the greeting. His attention then goes to the old man's date.

"New floozy huh? How much did you pay her?" Tristan says, taking a sip of his drink.

My eyes widen.

"Don't speak to her like that." Tristan's father says warningly.

Tristan snorts.

"You never once said that about mother when she were clearly offended by your so called businessmen, so this one is obviously not important. Or maybe you just didn't care much for decent women. I mean how could you get so low?"

Tristan's father sighs and his date looked like she wanted to say something, but she kept her silence.

"We both know I loved your mother just as much as I love this woman here." The old man says, looking over at the blonde. She smiles solemnly. The old man then turns his attention on me. "And who may this be?"

"Well I'm Je-" I go to give the man a hand shake but Tristan takes my arm and pulls me away from his father. He gives me a look that says to stay silent so I obeyed.

Tristan's father raises an amused brow and smirked slyly.

"This is Jenna."  Tristan introduces me, his hand firm on the small of my back.