Detached

CHAPTER 61

*RIYANSH'S POINT OF VIEW*

I tried again to tie the silky material into some semblance of a bowtie, but I just didn’t have a clue. A loud groan escaped my lips. I was going to look like a first class prick at Meera’s dad’s birthday party. I was sure to embarrass Meera because I had no idea how to behave and integrate with the class of people that were sure to attend. I had even heard this week that there were going to be actual celebrities attending too, friends of Mr. Singhania.

Giving up, I sighed and grabbed the corsage off the side that I’d bought for her, and made my way downstairs, hoping to find Dean or someone to fix my tie for me. As I got to the bottom of the stairs, Meera’s mom, looked up.

She smiled warmly at me, and nodded at my bowtie that was hanging loosely around my neck. “Let me give you a hand with that,” she suggested,

My pride sank to a new low. “Er, that’d be great, thanks,” I replied, stepping closer to her, hating the fact that I was so out of my depth and it was probably glaringly obvious for all to see.

She laughed quietly as she fiddled with it. “Don’t be embarrassed, I just had to tie Raghuveer’s too,” she winked at me conspiratorially. At least the Business tycoon of India couldn’t do it either.

“You did? Well that makes me feel better,” I admitted, laughing. “You look very nice tonight, Mrs Singhania.” She looked radiant in her gold gown; she was undoubtedly where Meera got her looks from. But Meera just had something else, an inner beauty that just burst from every pore.

“Thank you. You look exceptionally handsome in your suit. My guess is that you’ll make Meera swoon,” she said, grinning. I smiled, silently hoping she was right.

Mr. Singhania came down the stairs then. “Dear, are we ready to go?” he asked, smiling lovingly at his wife.

“I think so, we’re just waiting for Meera,” she answered, looking expectantly at the stairs. “Meera, are you almost ready? We need to leave, the car’s here!” she called up the stairs.

“You look nervous,” Mr. Singhania observed, smiling warmly at me.

I nodded. “I am, sir. I’ve never been to an event like this.”

He laughed at my remark. “You’ll be fine, son. Just start the cutlery from the outside, and smile. If you have no idea what you’re doing, just smile and pretend you do, that’s how I get through these things,” he admitted.

“I’ll do that. Thank you, sir.”

Footsteps to the side caught my attention. “You look great, Meera,” Dean’s voice drifted down the stairs.

“Thanks, Dean, you look pretty good yourself. I haven’t seen you in a suit for a while,” Meera replied, her voice teasing and light.

“Yeah, it feels a bit weird to be wearing it actually. It’s been almost three months since I’ve been made to wear this uniform. Thank goodness for undercover assignments, is all I can say,” he replied, chuckling.

She laughed in response and my heart throbbed at the sound of it. No matter how many times I heard it, I just couldn’t get enough of her happiness.

I looked up at the stairs expectantly, waiting. As soon as I saw her, my legs felt weak. She looked stunningly beautiful, and that was exactly how I felt, stunned. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even breathe. I’d never seen anything so perfect in my life, all she was missing was the wings and she would look like the angel that she was.

The plum coloured ball gown that had been specially made for her tonight clung to her, showing off her perfect, flat stomach and tiny waist. The top was a halter neck, so it showed off her flawless creamy-white shoulders. And the cleavage… I had no idea how I was going to keep my eyes away from it tonight. The dress showed just enough to tease and hint at what was underneath, making me feel hot and horny as hell. The skirt of the dress flowed out all the way to the floor, hiding the toned long legs that I knew were underneath. Her hair had been pulled up and was pinned in curls at the back of her head, hanging down her back.