There's Always A Reason... [Book 1]

Chapter 28

Sean's POV

And so from the staircases,
Was descending an angel,
Not the one in a white dress;
With wings all over,

But in red dress
With a brighter flame burning inside
Not the coolest of waters
Were to splash her fires

Even the hells admired her wrath;
For the angels and demons accompanied her,
She never reaches her destination;
She creates one.

These lines - these lines were enough to tell how I felt at that moment.

I wasn't wonder struck because of her beauty. I mean I was - just a little - but the thing that amazed me was her fragments and dignity.
She was heartbroken but the way she held it all together.

She was wearing a red dress perfectly hugging her curves with her hair bouncing on her right shoulder. She was looking hurt as her eyes were lowered but her walk was showing off her attitude and and dignity with a raised eyebrow.

She raised her head and looked at me and halted. I myself didn't know what to do next so, just remembering all the etiquettes I was taught, I stood up and just kept on looking at her and so she did the same.

Eve also stood up and fake coughed. Both of our – Leila and mine – gazes turned towards her. She awkwardly clasped her hands and said, "Breakfast?"

To clear away the thickness of uncomfortableness in the air, I again looked at Leila and motioned my head towards the table with a smile.

She gave me a sly smile in response and walked over to us.

Blair suddenly came running and pulled out the chair next to mine for her. She sat down followed by us.

"What would you like to have ma'am?" She asked her.

"Umm, no thank you. I'm not hungry." She replied without making eye contact with anyone.

Blair looked at me with a questioning look. I dismissed her with a nod and with a respectable bow, she went away.

I looked at Eve who had a worried expression. She deepened her expressions as she signalled me towards Leila. I changed my gaze towards Leila who was finding her hands resting in her laps, incredibly more interesting than a whole table set with dishes.

I sighed and called out to Blair. When she came, I told her to bring my newspaper.

Now believe it or not, my traditions are the golden key tied around my neck.

She brought me the newspaper with loads of pictures secretively taken by paparazzi and gossips regarding someone while insulting him. As usual...

I took the paper and poured in a glass of water for my own self.

While pouring, I said,

"Leila, have your breakfast." It was more like an order than a request. My voice was stern and my body was stiff.

"I'm not hungry." She quietly replied.

"I'm not thirsty either, but I'm drinking the water anyways." I replied and it wasn't to convince her, it was to tell her how not-so-convincing she sounded.