Wistcoástia (On Hiatus)

Chapter 15: Mine

Bridgette: I rush out to the lobby of the hotel to answer the call.

"What is it?" I ask through the phone. This is my secretary calling me.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry to disturb you but I want to inform you that the chairman gave the order to move out the SP-RE024 from the factory a couple of minutes ago."

"Did he say the reason why?" I ask while twirling the ends of my hair. I'm having a feeling that something great will happen tonight.

"No, ma'am."

"Does the head of the project know about this?" I ask, curious.

"I'm not sure, ma'am." The secretary says. "But probably not... because I think he himself should have ordered it himself if he knew."

"That's right." I agree. I wonder what my brother is planning in giving that order. "Is that all?"

"Yes, ma'am..."

"Alright...thank you." I end the call and return my phone inside my purse.

SP-RE024...that is a project started a year and a half ago and was finished two months ago. It is one of a kind and very carefully planned. It was made for a single person and I don't think that he will sell it to the public.

I make my way towards the powder room and look at myself reflected on the mirror. I apply some makeup again and smoothes my gown. There I still look perfect with my silvery white attire and my contrasting blue eyes and red hair.

I got my mother's face and features. Some people think that I just dyed my hair. They are wrong. This is my natural hair color. This helps me stand out more in a crowd. I admit that I want to be the center of things...I love attention...but I will never let them "touch" me. There is only one person in this world that can touch me...

I decide to return to the party now.

The moment I step in, many people turn their attention to me. I ignore them then fetch myself a glass of wine from a passing waiter. I walk towards a corner and simply stand there. Just after a few seconds, I see the youngest son of the Earl of Warwick make his way towards me.

He bows in front of me.

"My Lady, if I knew that you were thirsty, I would have fetched you a drink myself." He beamed.

I give him my most irresistible smile—the one that young men can't get over with.

"I'm fine, thank you."

"My Lady, can I have this dance?" he asks.

"I apologize but I don't feel like dancing right now." I say in a very sweet apologetic tone.

"I understand, ma'am....there's nothing to worry about." He assures me.

"How considerate of you..."

"Will you still not tell me your name, my Lady?" he asks.

"No..."

"Why?"

"Because I want to be mysterious and secretive..." I say.

He starts to laugh out loud.

"Well...I like your personality." He says. "Even I don't know you...I still want you."

It's my turn to laugh. He's really bold, huh?

"I might be a spy of Veriandien, you know." I challenge him, watching for his reaction.

"I don't care...I'll still want you whoever you are..."

"You are really persistent."

"Yes...because you give me encouragement." He smiles.