His Angel

Chapter 4

Laura rummaged through her wardrobe searching for a good gown she could wear to her father's formal birthday party.

He had arrived the previous night and everyone had been busy since his arrival, so she managed to make out little time to arrange the things she would wear.

She had to look her best tonight so as not to embarrass her father, but she only had few clothes to choose from and she settled for a blue long gown ☝🏻 that her father had bought for her some months back.

It was the most expensive thing in her wardrobe so she settled for it.
Not that she had much choices, for it had been a long time since she got herself some new clothes. Most of the allowances given to her by her father were spent on some school stuffs, as well as transportation since she didn't have a car. Through the influence of her stepmother, her father had bought a car for her elder stepsister Samantha and had later gotten another one for both her and Mirabel to use since they were in the same faculty in school, but like some other things, Celina made sure that her daughter, Mirabel was the solo owner and as usual, Laura was only allowed to drive the car when her father was around, which were rare occasions.

She spread the gown on her bed and left the room.

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Quite a party. Greg thought, as he made his way towards the celebrant, pausing most of the time to greet people that sought his attention.
Finally, he got to his destination.

"A good evening to you Chief." he greeted.

"Ah! Look who we have here!"
West exclaimed as they shook hands. 
"The city's young billionaire."

"I can see you are enjoying your party."

"Obviously man, obviously." West replied. "And I hope you are too?"

"I just came in," Greg replied. "But from what I've seen, I'm sure I'm going to enjoy the party tonight."

"That's the spirit, my man, that's the spirit." West turned around. "Let me introduce you to my family."

He beckoned to his wife who came with her two daughters.

"This is my lovely wife, Celina West. And honey, this is the famous young billionaire, Gregory Williams."

Greg rolled his eyes inwardly. He didn't know when he would get used to people singing praises of him.

"A pleasure meeting you, madam." He said nicely making the older woman blush.

"The pleasure is mine Mr Williams."
She replied sweetly.

"This is Samantha, my...eldest daughter and Mirabel, my youngest."

The three exchanged pleasantries with the girls blushing and batting their eyelashes at him, then West cut in.

"And...where is Laura?" He asked his wife, Celina. "I haven't seen her since the party began."

"She's not here." Celina replied too quickly.
Annoyed that he had to bring up the girl's name.

"What do you mean she's not here?" West asked, confused.

Greg sighed inwardly. He had seen enough of Mr West's daughters for tonight and made to politely tell him that he would meet her some other time when...

"Ah, there she is." West said, obviously excited at seeing his third daughter.

Sighing again, Greg absently turned to see whoever she was.

Time stood still and his breath got caught in his chest when he beheld the angelic young woman that paused on the stairs some distance away from them, her eyes scanning the room looking for someone...looking for him, he wished, to his own surprise.