Damon ✔

chapter 16

The amount of people here is astonishingly huge, men wearing the best polished tux they seem fit and women wearing dazzling vibrant coloured garments backed up with jewels and feathers.

I made my way inside throught the pool of reporters and media..
well this was a huge event.. I'd be supprised if the media wasn't here.

At a glance I saw the two evil brats and Vanessa but they ignored me with hatred and anger..
as expected .

As I dive deeper in the ball im aquanited with one of my dad's friend, and katie, wearing a long black dress that hugged her curves brilliantly but her attention was with another guy, she did mention finding herself a hottie, giggling at this thought I left her at that and went inside.

I met Katie's dad, Mr. Serge. and shook my Tender hand with his big one and had a little chat before my eyes caught the  attention of a guy staring at me wearing the same mask as mine.. but it was royal blue and mine was Rose red. just like my name.

Ignoring the fact that it would be common for anyone to have the same type as mine, I led my way back of the hall where there were no presence of walking human beings, Feeling of being here from such a long time and it was a perfect getaway.
Only paintings of sceneries spoke in the lonely hall; followed by a huge garden at the end of maybe all kinds of flowers.. well what the hell, ive spent at least an hour gazing arround and talking to dad's buddies..

Of course I stepped out to the garden and took a seat on a clean greenish painted bench located at the middle of the garden,  .. closing my eyes, taking a deep breath and rooting myself at the present moment..

The faint music.. the rustling of leaves .. and breeze.. oh it was amazing..

once I opened my eyes, I noticed a figure standing right infront of me.. I jolted for a second but took my time to realize It was the same guy that has the mask of my type

"A lovely lady like yourself, shouldnt be alone in a night like this" He said

"Im not alone now, arent I" I replied with sarcasm.

"I guess you're not", he chuckled.

He sat right next to me while he laughed at what I had said.. which made me giggle abit too..

"its so beautiful" I said.. breaking the silence.

"yes indeed" he replied while having a tender glance at me.

his voice was so deep and husky..

"what happend to your finger", he asked

"oh, its just a little cut", I inquired

"well, then May I have this dance, m'lady" he requested while getting himself up and gesturing his arm towards me..

I giggled as I replied "yes you may".

we danced for awhile for the faint music that was playing.. my hands placed on his shoulders and his hands wrapped arround my waist, which was bold and firm, not to low on my waist but at the proper spot where a gentleman lays his arms on a lady.
I looked up to see him only to realise he was already staring at me.. His blue eyes sparkled to the moonlight.. his stare was deep as if he was trying to explore something but couldn't find any answers to.. He pulled me closer, making my gasp and heart beat out of my chest. and his palm cuffed my cheek..where I've been slapped, I winced in the pain that still radiates on my skin."who did this to you?" he spoke, with a deep and concerned voice.

Oh shit, did he notice it, but I covered it up with concealer. How did he see it in this darkness?

"i uh, um-" I was cut off to the continuos ring in my phone.
Breaking of the moment apologizing..and made my way to the purse that was on the bench

and excused myself out, through the back gate at the garden where no one was.

That was really close.