Voilà

The Incident

NATHAN’S PERSPECTIVE

          We were the first ones to reach Fashion de Castlé. Weird name for a film set, if you ask me. Fashion de castlé was actually a film set. As the name suggests, it’s a castle. For the occasion, it was extensively lighted. Drapes, chandeliers, you name it. All of it was there. Electric lights were hung from tree to tree. Overall, the setting was perfect for a romantic evening. It looked like I was here for a regular party, in fancy clothes. Kiara slide her arm through mine.

          “We are going to have fun tonight, aren’t we?” she asked me shyly.

           “Hope so.” I said. But my thoughts were elsewhere. I was looking at Blake, who was in turn glaring at Roy suspiciously, who was holding Ashley’s hand.

          Oh, and by the way, where’s Michael?

ASHLEY’S PERSPECTIVE

          The scene in front of me was so enthralling. I’m a hopeless romantic. The castle was just… wow! I walked into the castle with Roy without looking in the front. I was busy looking at the roof. Would even call THAT a roof? It looked like freaking paradise! The ceiling looked like the ceiling in Sistine Chapel. With an exception of Botticelli angels, of course. White marble floors sprawled out in all directions to walls adorned with vivid frescoes. Three colossal chandeliers hung overhead, beyond which a bank of arched windows offered a stunning panorama of the moon- drenched lawns.

          It had a vintage look about it. Yet the not- so- dim lighting gave it a cool effect. Curtains with Victorian patterns hung grandly from the ceiling. The Raphael paintings on the walls depicted the Renaissance period. The huge, grand hall was splendid. A bar adorned one side of the hall while other side led to dark passages, probably leading to dressing rooms. Roy seemed as excited as I was.

          “So are you geared up for a dance?” he asked me.

          “You bet.”

RHEA’S PERSPECTIVE

          Wow! I’m flying! My childhood wish has been granted, finally. It’s about time, huh? Wait. I’m not flying. Something firm is holding me. My eyes refused to open wider. And why is this blurred thing blocking my vision? Of course! Pollution. If only people used bicycles, heaven would have been nice and neat. Someone was carrying me in their arms, not something, I realized later. Who was this? Got it! An angel. An angel was carrying me. But, since when did angels start wearing black? Weren’t they supposed to be dressed in white? Weird fashion sense, these angels have got. This hot angel did not even have wings. Well, I forgive him. As long as he is hot. And guess what? He IS hot! Now, why does he seem familiar?

          Oh! There’s God’s palace. It’s so beautiful. God certainly has a quirky sense for decoration. Trust me, God; I’m completely happy for you. The angel was now leaning over me and talking to someone in inaudible tones. We started to move again. The dark trees around me seemed to be warning me of something bad that was going to happen. Wait. Or was it something that I have already done? And why was I having a good feeling about this tentative thing that I have presumably done? What were these dark, foreboding trees doing in heaven, anyway? Where is this weirdly dressed angel taking me? Even though there was a strong current of malice in his mind, I was sure he would not do anything to harm me. Come on. Since when did angels start treating women badly? Duh! They were always pure and saintly. And this particular angel had another quality, which was equally mesmerizing. He was smoking hot. So many questions and no answers. What was happening? Suddenly, the strangest question struck me. Why was heaven been depicted like hell in disguise? The most crucial question of all. Am I drunk?