Starting Over - (Sascha Zverev)

Chapter 15

The dinner was taking place by the pool, the exact same place where we dined the day we went to see Sascha play for the first time. The day he pushed me to the floor and crashed my phone. The day I swore I was going to take revenge on him and we ended up making peace. The day things started to change.

Now I was about to walk into the same place, but things were certainly not the same. Many things had happened since then. The last time I left that table I wouldn't have imagined he would teach me how to hit with him in a tennis court.Or that watching him lose a match would make me cry like a little girl. Or that he would make sightseeing and shopping on a rainy day the best plan in the world and that I would have stayed there, staring at the sky with him for the rest of the holidays.  I certainly never thought that this thing would become so special, and magical, and make me feel like I was feeling right now.

This thing.

And there it fell over me all of a sudden.

Was I maybe... falling in love?

No. No way. It was way to early to tell. But once this thought crossed my mind I knew it would remain there. I took a deep breath to try and clear my mind.

I stood in the darkness by the big glass door that connected the dining room with the garden, hesitating whether to make my entrance already or not. My stomatch turned and my nerves took control.

I finally stepped in. Fortunately, people were several steps away, so I had time to make my high heels adapt to the wavy surface and not make a fool of myself.

When I got close enough to the table, I felt a lot of heads turn my way. I got even more nervous. Luckily for me, my mother appeared next to me and hugged me. For the first time in these weeks, I felt relieved with her presence.

"Ahhh! You look absolutely pretty, darling!" she gasped. Apparently she had already forgotten about how angry she was at me for coming back late. "Excellent outfit choice. He'll love it"

I know. He already told me that.

Oh, of course she meant Mischa. Now I get why she forgave me so fast.

As she let me go, I scanned the room and exhaled when I realized Sascha wasn't there. I was a bit relieved because I was already too nervous to see him right away, but I was also worried. What if he didn't show up again, like it happened the other nights? No, Irina wouldn't have let him miss this. But it was already late, where the hell was he?

I spotted a couple of pretty girls in really sexy dresses standing and gossiping with drinks in their hands. I felt even more self-concious. 

Seeing some friendly faces gave me a little more confidence. My father was talking to Mr Reed, as his little children ran around, Mrs Reed was chatting cheerfully with other two women, and there was also Irina, rushing from one place to another to make everything look perfect.

I felt a sudden rush of heat in my bear shoulders. Two strong hands were holding me from behind. I stopped breathing.

Filled with excitement, I turned around. An extremely handsome and well-dressed Mischa stood there, with his usual huge smile and his light blue eyes like two headlights.