The Faded Rose

Chapter 6

#The media above is how I imagine the ballroom. The picture does not belong to me. The credit goes to the original owner. 

"What's wrong?" Nicholas asks, concern etched on his face as he gently releases his hold on my waist.

I force a smile, hiding the turmoil within me. "It's nothing," I reply, shrugging nonchalantly. The truth is, I long for the comfort his touch provides, but I can't bring myself to open up about the complicated relationship I have with my father. Revealing those emotions would only lead to further inquiries I'm not ready to answer.

"Let's go," I say, casting a fleeting glance in my father's direction. Nicholas catches the shift in my demeanor, sensing that there is more to my reaction than I'm revealing. Without pressing for details, he instinctively pulls me closer, enveloping me in his comforting embrace.

His arms encircle my waist, creating a shield against the unease that lingers within me. In his embrace, I find solace and a sense of security, allowing me to momentarily forget the tension my father's presence brings. Nicholas understands my unspoken need for support, providing it without hesitation.

As we move forward together, his touch sends a soothing warmth coursing through me, easing the lingering unease in my heart. In this moment, I feel grateful for his silent understanding.

We walk inside the ballroom. There are about three hundred guests under the glittering centerpiece of a magnificent chandelier. The ballroom is exquisite in its decoration, with a lovely patio to complement the luxurious experience.

Nicholas commands attention as soon as we step foot into the ballroom. His mere presence seems to ignite a spark of curiosity and admiration among the guests. Men eagerly seek his company, hoping to associate themselves with his influence and success, while women's eyes linger on him, captivated by his striking good looks and the air of mystery that surrounds him.

Nicholas, ever composed and unflappable, gracefully acknowledges the nods and greetings from acquaintances and business partners. His interactions are brief, his focus reserved for our path ahead. He guides me through the sea of guests with a confident stride, his touch on my waist providing both comfort and a subtle possessiveness that doesn't go unnoticed.

A smartly dressed man in his early 50s approaches us, his presence exuding an air of authority and familiarity. His sharp gaze lands on Nicholas, and a warm smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

"Hello, son," he greets, his voice filled with a mix of pride and affection. He extends his hand and lightly pats Nicholas' back, a gesture that speaks of a deeper connection between them.

Nicholas turns to face the man, his expression softening ever so slightly. There is a flicker of recognition in his eyes, a hint of a shared history that remains unspoken between them. Despite the formalities and the social setting, there is an underlying bond that transcends the superficialities of the gala.

"Hello, Seb! Good to see you here," Nicholas greets him warmly, a small but genuine smile playing on his lips. The transformation is striking, as if a veil has been momentarily lifted, revealing a side of Nicholas I haven't yet witnessed. His smile is bewitching, radiating a charm that adds a touch of warmth to his brooding personality. It's a sight that takes me by surprise, considering the stoic demeanor he typically wears. "Where is Addy?"

"Good to see you too, Nicholas," Seb replies with a warm smile. "Addy is near the patio, talking to one of her business associates," Seb replies.

Nicholas nods, his gaze drifting towards the patio. "Ah, always networking, that woman. I'll catch up with her later."