Apollo

five.

Walking the streets of Pontheugh in 1928 alone was another kind of peace. I enjoyed it more than I expected which goes to show, sometimes, all one needs is oneself but for the sake of living life in whole, it's always better to have someone to share it with. Is it not better to actually love someone that to just love? And keep it all for yourself? Sure, there's pain but is it life without it?

Unfortunately, Polo thought it would be better if we spent the afternoon alone before we meet again for the party. After discussing the details over lunch, Polo left saying he needed to do something alone. I, on the other hand, not knowing what to do, just took a nap.

When I woke, it was thirty minutes past three and I needed to buy myself a dress, shoes, and accessories so I hurried out to the downtown. However, as I was walking, I found the chance to think about reality which slowed me down.

I was too caught up in this world that I forgot I actually had a life in the present and here I am still living in the past. The worst part is I'm not even sure I want to go back but I know I have to, eventually.

It is true that we must live our present but we can only take so much pressure and overwhelmed by what is, we tend to wish we could just go back and live in the comfort of memories and once upon a times.

Nevertheless, I know that there's no point dwelling in the past. It is there not for us to dwell in, but for us to glance if ever we needed a pause. To remind us that we got through it and so we can get through the present.

I smiled, sadly, because I know I have to say goodbye to Pontheugh 1928 and to Polo sooner than later. So instead of hurrying, I savored every step I took with the thought that it might be the last one. As for Polo, tonight might be our last exchange of words as well.

I passed by an ice cream parlor and decided to buy a strawberry flavored one so as to ease my melancholia.

It was ten minutes past four when I reached the boutique where I bought most of the clothes I wore here. Having recovered from my thoughts, I focused my attention on building an outfit for tonight. I got back home just enough to prepare for the party at six.

Having to think tonight might also be the last time I get to wear clothes like this, since I can't possibly bring this style to the present, makes me feel sad. That being said, I might as well look my best.

I wore a sleeveless black long slip dress with a slightly deep v-neckline accented with hundreds of silver beads and sequins while fringes adorned the skirt.

I arranged my blonde hair into a bun allowing some locks to escape which I then curled softly. When I finished, I stared to look myself in the mirror, my kohl-rimmed eyes of green and red lips shaped like Cupid's bow. It was as if I was staring into a painting, something I, myself, made. I blinked a few times and smiled. I took a deep breath before placing my jewelled headpiece - a forehead band. To finish, I wore a long pearl necklace and laced black gloves. My Mary Janes' heels were just the exact height for me to look taller but at the same time, to be able to dance even throughout the entire evening.

At exactly six, I heard a knock on the front door. I opened it to see Polo in his finest dark brown suit with a coordinating vest to match. He wore a light pink shirt underneath with a diagonal tie in green, brown, black and thin gray lines.

"Divine," was his first word as soon as he saw me. "Shall we?" He said as he offered his hand to me.

"You don't look bad yourself." I gave him a kittenish smile. "And yes, gladly." I said as I took his hand.

The venue was accented with geometric prints and oriental themes along with the use of chrome, glass, and heavily polished wood. The decorations were minimal yet it screams elegance.