Savannah was the ultimate badgirl and the leader of her gang of girls. They had a strict policy against love and could go to any extent to show how much ignorant they could stay from love. With ruling the highschool's underworld, she almost never ca...
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CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT | She Meets Draven
MY HANDS FELT clammy to the touch, , I realized when I reached the designated Ball Room for my party. It was the same hall where Bejeweled held the necklace ceremony. At the last second, Cora and Sebastian had decided to not come to this event. The reasons were too out there which meant both of them were lying. The gilded brass handle on the entrance door reminded me of that night when I lost it. My hands had hurt that one person who didn't deserve to be hurt. Him.
The guards on either side of me extended out their uniformed arms to slide the opaque door open. Immediately, I was met with my Dad whose arms were open wide in a welcoming stance.
"Savannah James, everyone!"
On his words, every face turned to look at me. I froze. Their faces held peculiar expressions ranging from surprise to awe but few also wore sour expressions. Their hands were fitted around their tall champagne glasses as they eyed me from top to bottom.
My dad placed his comforting hand on my upper back. "I finally found her," he announced as he motioned for a waiter to offer me a glass. I noticed a lady in periwinkle blue giving me a stink-eye, her round face reddening with frustration. Next to her, I observed her partner rubbing on her shoulder to ease out her frustrations.
What did I do wrong?
I was taken to another group of business people. Golden lights circled the dome-like hall, navy blue carpets rolled out in every direction. It didn't look like it was a birthday party. Masking my disappointment, I decided to offer empty smiles at the strangers. These were not my people yet I was forced to share my special day with all of them. I hated it.
"Meet Mr. Bridges. He owns the GS publishing house. Lady Marlene. She's famous for her culinary talents. You should try her Matsutake Gohan sometime," he introduced her. Lady Marlene smiled at me kindly. The guy called Mr. Bridges chortled. I wish I could just not smile anymore. This is too much.
"Happy Birthday, baby girl!"
The Lady added, displaying her white teeth at me which were a stark contrast to her dark skin. My mouth stretched into a smile on its own accord when I received my first wish of the evening. Alright, maybe this isn't so bad.
"O, here he comes," she whispered to me, her eyes looking past me. They were glazed with pride. Following her gaze, I swiftly turned my head.
"A nice boy," my dad commented as I wished to find a guy with glossy black curls and ocean eyes but instead found fancy, powdered people whose wealth did all the talking for them. They would all love Sebastian who was the epitome of Mr. Nice-Guy.
Among the masses, a form became clear. Neat, fitted and tailored white suit adorned his broad shoulders and wide frame. A halo of copper red hair were set atop his proud head, combed high up and gelled into perfection. The chiseled jaw held signs of an early beard, indicating that he was on the cusp of adulthood. A straight nose lined the center of his face which led to a full mouth; the neutrality on his model-worthy face broke by a huge smile gracing his pinkish mouth. Too perfect.
