Eternity

Prologue

Breathing is easier now. It was a pastime, the "nuclear family façade" they displayed like trophies concealed in glass. But no matter what she tried, there was always a tiny voice mocking her with images of a stray rock beneath her new heels, lipstick out of place or a fatal angle for the paparazzi. Breathe in, breathe out. Tug on your dress some more. Fluff your curls. Although she'd worn in her heels, the fact that they were still new left her uneasiness at a higher place than usual. It's not like you ever have to do anything. Just sit there looking pretty... ish. 

Inhale, exhale.

"Mila." There was a hand on her shoulder. Through the thin, silky fabric Mila could feel the smooth skin of her timeless mother. Besides the fact that she just knew, it was the aura of overly floral perfume and the voice of a jazz singer -- motherly qualities. "Are you alright?"

Analiese had a gentle smile, calm and sweet, but never quite reassuring. Mila had often been told by friends and acquaintances how kind and caring her mother is. It's not that she isn't, but the smile helps give that impression.

"I've done this a million times; why wouldn't I be?"

After reciprocating the warmth her mother embellished, Analiese, with the elegance of a swan draped in high-quality magenta, glided over to Giselle, probably to ask her the same thing with the same tone and the same love. Mila turned to the mirror, checking a few more anxieties, updating her worries, and repressing her demons a little more. The makeup artist had given her only accents, highlighting her natural features rather than recreating the already present beauty. If there was anything to fix, it was too late regardless.

Although Mila could be commonly seen dressed formally in public, there was a common theme of comfort and function to her everyday wardrobe. Stylish pieces were for the public eye. Lately, Mila had been experimenting with shorter skirts, hoping to expand her fashion horizons, but her huggable physique was a tad less accommodating. Her father's high status had her constantly trying to mirror her mother and sister -- both of whom consistently delighted in short skirts and the public eye.

Today was the day her father had been foreshadowing for years, privately sponsoring a science program that he was sworn to secrecy with. The leading scientist, Gerald Marvin, would reveal their discoveries to the world, and Mila's family would gain eternal credit for helping create this turning point in history -- although she didn't know that yet.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the stage, the leading scientist, Gerald Marvin, his sponsors and team!"

There was applause. So much applause. Her heart picked up its pace vivaciously as she thought of how many people were out there watching. Don't think about that. Mila glanced at the older man, his hair a deep brown highlighted by silver streaks. Gerald Marvin entered on stage, followed by his stunning wife, who she believed was called Lindsey. Mila's lips curled upward; the couple looked excited and proud, reminiscent of her own parents.

Analiese and Giselle were preparing to walk onstage, so Mila began to cross the room to their side.

"Excuse me!"

A harsh whisper as a man rushed up. Although he tried to swiftly pass, a slight collision paired with Mila's new shoes, left her falling onto a nearby stool. I freaking knew I shouldn't wear these shoes. Any other shoes and she would've caught herself finely. He made it on stage, turning back to see her. She watched Gerald's wife go to pull him beside her until he immediately hurried back to help her up. The man had a black tuxedo fit to his taller, athletic build and dark, slicked-back hair. As he reached to aid her balance, she met his gaze. Those eyes... stunning, piercing, seemingly glowing green eyes.

"I'm so sorry, are you okay?"

Mila admired them for a second too long.

"I'm fine," she whispered, trying to blink but still staring.

He flashed her a smile before dashing back on stage. His eyes had ripped away so quickly, leaving her dazed and confused and the last to walk on stage.