The Anonymous

Chapter 14: Part Two-The Gala "Hidden-Decadence "

Ashton was staring down at me like he wanted to murder me. I made eye contact with him rejecting silence scrutiny of his green eyes, while simultaneously, my attention shifted to the background. The world around me moved slowly as I took in my surroundings. In the gallery, people were chatting, kissing, drinking, and smoking. As I mindlessly observed a woman with skin so light, yet, radiant in a bronze color. She woman struts down the corridor exuding such power and elegance as if she owned the place. She wore a light green lace mask; her hair was neatly slicked back in a ponytail, exposing her heart-shaped face. With familiar hazel eyes, she
held my attention. Her eyes were outlined with black eyeliner and eyelids decorated with a dark-shimmery mix of light- green and ash-grey makeup. She had a tall yet, slender silhouette. The long silvery-gown was custom-tailored perfectly to her delicate curves.

I mouthed in utter silence her name.

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As our eyes intercepted, it happened in an instant as my brain recognized her immediately. My heart began beating fast. I could feel the anxiety within me building up; I wanted to follow her. It had almost escaped my memory that, Ashton's arm was still possessively around my waist.

"Let go of me." I snapped.

"I have to follow her before I lose her."

"No, remember what I said," he jerked me back towards him. Stop this; you're making a scene he whispered in my ear. I tried to turn my head around, but my movement was restricted. I somehow managed to turn around but, his hands imprisoned me.

"Let go of me! isn't this why I'm here? to find her." I dug into his skin to creating red scratch marks. I didn't care if I was clawing away at him. But, Ashton was relentless in not letting go.

"Aeon, stop." I heard Jérôme whisper stepping in front of us. It's not a good idea to follow her.

"How would you feel if you saw your cousin?"
Jérôme was taking-back by what I said. He couldn't even answer my question. He just sipped his drink.

People were beginning to turn their heads in our direction, I aggressively resisting Ashton's hold to the point where he had no choice but to let me go. Quickly, I traveled to the dance to find the mystery woman. From far away, I could see her getting further out of sight. I found myself in the middle of the dance floor. People in all types of gowns and suits danced around me. As I rapidly searched for her shifting my attention to every point every angle of the room. It was difficult because everyone was so tall. I felt like I was in a circus, a fancy one. All the mixes of colors and masked gave me a headache and I turned around to see him. He held out his hand and I took it. 

Adam Eastwood danced slowly around with me spinning me around. As we swayed across the dance floor people unquestionably, maybe room from us. As Adam guide me, I took this as an opportunity to search for Asia. I searched around the room for her almost forgetting who, I was dancing with.

"So what's your name, lovely?"

I turned my head to see Adam staring at me confidently. I looked at his hand clamped in-between mind and notice a gold wedding band. The fresh memory of Erica on her knees pleasuring him circulated in my mind. I was so disgusted by him, I wanted to show it on my face. I even throw up in my mouth a little. Instead, I spoke calmly "My name is A-Ashely." I was careful not to reveal my real name. Ashton never told me why, but I guess I'll just use my discretion.

Nice to meet you, "I'm Adam Eastwood". This is my daughter's event.

"Oh," "I see how lovely. I purposely made my voice sound sweet. But inside I was unimpressed.