Ophelia.

04. Clueless.

O P H E L I A S A M S O N

The night's air was still laced with electricity. It was alive and full of chattering voices. Every possible moment that could have been filled with silence, was not. It was amazing, really. Even the atmosphere of Gale's club was no match.

Mr Salvatore had dismissed himself shortly after we had made our way back to the courtyard, and so the same as Myrtle Von Duke and his partner. They had disappeared off into the midst of the large and seemingly growing crowd. And here I was, alone in the crowd of people.

After the pair had left me, I silently wondered why Keli had given me a nasty look after I had brought up the partnership. Had I said it wrong? Was I too distasteful for his liking? Would he convince his lover not to accept the possible partnership? Goodness...that would absolutely ruin and taint the image Mr Salvatore had of me right now.

I had spent under twenty long minutes trying to find Hosea, but to no avail. It was impossible to find anyone in particular in this crowd—it was the same as finding a needle in a haystack. Possible, but the odds were against you. I decided to give up, and find some more liquid courage. I could feel Sugar dying out, and I knew it was because there was no attention on her. I grimaced and smiled at people at the right time and excused myself even though no one could hear my voice over the blaring music.

I lifted my empty glass up, avoiding dancing bodies and not knowing where to dispose of my glass. What the heck is the etiquette here for empty wine glasses? I continued to smile and nod my head politely at people who I passed by and made my way to the food station on the far side of the whole courtyard.

I let out a deep breath of relief as I reached the station. It was the only place that wasn't packed with people. I decidedly sat my glass down on one of the tables at the station and picked up another full glass, this time taller and full of yellow champagne. I took a polite sip at the liquid and inwardly cringed.

"Gah, what the fück kind of drink is this-?"

It happened all too fast, as I was staring at my glass of champagne like it had an eyeball inside of it, I had bumped into a steel-frame, and in the process I had stupidly spilled the drink onto said person's beautiful, clean suit.

"Shit-!" I exclaimed in horror.

The man in front of me lifted his arms up and grimaced at his suit that was now spoiled with liquor. "Okay, that's...that's nice...just nice," he made a face of slight distaste.

I turned around and grabbed a handful of tissue paper and dabbed it onto his chest. "My damn clumsiness—it's a curse!" I frowned. "I am so sorry!" I kept apologising, not paying attention to the face of the person but instead the expensive velvet material of the man's blazer suit.

"Ah, don't sweat it..." a sizeable hand grabbed the serviette that I held and started patting the material dry. "I have a million of these things, anyways." His voice was smooth like liquid and I couldn't help but forget about the mess in front of me and shifted my eyes up to his.

God damn all evil things in the world, he was so gorgeous. His eyes were green and deep-set, and his face was just...wow. His skin was a deep olive tone and it caught me by surprise how much he resembled Mr Salvatore. Goodness...these beautiful men were scattered everywhere!