Flowers in the window (r.v.d)

chapter eleven

The song for this chapter is 'In my feelings' By Lana Del Rey (yes I'm back at it with the lana songs ahaha). 

Having a successful social life was beyond easy to achieve with Bella as a room mate. Every second night she would drag me out to some party or other and more often than not I'd spot the tall-legged boy somewhere in the crowd. Ever since the  Blue Void and the vulnerability he'd shown, I'd been unable to remove him from my thoughts. He troubled my dreams both during night and day. 

"Party at Ruel's at 9:00 tonight" Bella sung from the kitchen where she was currently eating whatever was in our pantry (which seemed to be nothing other than stale pastries due to the sheer amount of food Bella ate every day). Ruel was hosting? That was something new...

"Last party of the week, Bella. I have to study sometime you know. Not everyone's naturally smart" I shouted back to her continuing to absent-mindedly draw in my art journal as I leant against the window sill. My leg brushed the blanket of flowers under the window ledge and the rich perfume of  blossoms floated around me. As I sketched upon the piece of paper, at first drawing the exotic flowers blooming around me and bits of  Paris, and then moving onto human faces, my pencil suddenly stopped mid stroke. And it was then that I suddenly realised that every face I  drew seemed to have a brilliant likeness to Ruel. I frowned. There was no escape. His power seemed to overwhelm me  even without his presence. 

"Come on let's choose our outfits for tonight. I got some new dresses shipped in" Bella laughed skipping over to me and playfully grabbing the notebook out of my hands. Her eyebrows elevated as she took in my drawings and a smile quirked at the corners of her lips. 

"You love him?" Bella asked quietly, she met my eyes, searching for the answer. 

"I don't" I said simply grabbing the book off her, "He's an arrogant son of a bitch with an empty heart" 

"And that's why you drew 10 portraits of him in your book" She snarked peering over my back at the pages filled with his unfairly godly features. 

"Ugly things are the most interesting to draw" I lied shrugging my shoulders trying to appear unfazed.

"So now you're blind as well as oblivious to your emotions because the last time I checked Prince Charming was anything but ugly" Bella laughed peering closer at the faces I'd drawn in my book. I said nothing. 

"He's a play boy anyways so it's probably a good thing you don't have feelings for him" Bella said sashaying towards the kitchen no doubt to raid our stash of croissants once more. My heart dropped. 

 Frowning, I peered out the window and towards where I knew the cause for all my trouble was. It was just an infatuation and it would pass, it would pass and I'd realise how blind I was to ever fall for him. 

That evening at nine-thirty, exquisitely dressed and wearing a skin tight dress (blossom pink in colour), I made my way to the extravagant pent house with Bella (who wore a matching dress much to my horror and to her delight). The door to Ruel's room was flung open, the sound of a party scene pulsing into the hallway. 

"First stop: drinks. Second stop: Andre" Bella listed off on her fingers, her expression carved in concentration as she tried to avoid the rowdy guests.  I nodded along, except I wasn't really listening and instead my eyes were scanning the crowds searching for his polished suit, his dark- golden locks, his exquisite face, his graceful movements. My search was fruitless. Bella led me to the long table completely filled to the brim with the most extravagant collection of food and drinks I'd ever laid my eyes on. It seemed that when the cousin of the Prince of France hosted a party, he hosted a party.