Manifestation

GALA!

We finally arrive at the venue and oh my god, it's absolutely breathtaking. It's a festival in here. We walk inside and we're greeted by so many people or should I say Marie was greeted... I just got the standard smile and nod. A few people did recognize me which was a pleasant surprise, I mean a lot of people do know me for being an influencer more than a creative head at Dior but I never expected people of such lineage to be watching my videos on YouTube... I thought they'd just take a trip to the Bahamas whenever they're bored. Guess not!

I take out my phone and capture a few videos and pictures on Snapchat for my friends to see. I'm loving it here. There's food being served everywhere, people are posing on the carpet, there are a plethora of photographers just walking around to capture the perfect shot in their assigned black suits, there are people socializing and just chitchatting, some people are dancing, some are tipsy already - ahhh, what a sight. I'm loving the vibe.

I'm capturing quite a bit of male attention; I'd have been happy if it was  from guys of my age group but unfortunately it's from men who could be of my dad's age or worse. I remember Laili's words "Kira, get an older man & get that trust fund baby!" and I laugh.

"Hey, young lady, you look stunning!" says a well-dressed man who's probably in his 60s. I could swear I saw him laughing with his wife a while back... damn these men.

"Thank you, sir, you don't look so bad yourself!" I smile.

"Are you alone in here?" he enquires

"Nope, I'm here with Marie, the creative head of Christian Dior!" I reply

We do small talk for a bit discussing about our professions, backgrounds and just the Gala. He then asks me if I wanted to dance with him. I politely decline saying I'm not a great dancer but he insists by saying he isn't one either and this is just a formal dance. I give in to him and put my hand in his.

We dance to some jazz music and everything was going fine until I felt he was being a little too touchy... his hands were moving a little too upwards from my waist and I try to pull away from his hold and that's when he utters "Oh to bury myself in your boobs..". That was the last straw and I push him and walk away as fast as I could and he follows me explaining about how depressed he is and how his wife mistreats him. I've had enough and I yell "Listen sir, I don't give a fuck. Seek a therapist for your pedophilic self maybe?" and I walk away. He has the mind to not follow me anymore. Thank god.

The rest of the night goes pretty smoothly. I talk to a couple of girls, have some wine and dance away. The charity auction was nearing and we were all invited to go to designated area. Marie asks me sit with her at the table and I oblige. She asks me if I was enjoying the night and I said yes quickly omitting the creepy men part. She then proceeds to introduce me to a bunch of people sitting at our table and beyond, I shake hands with everyone and exchange pleasantries. People seem to love my dress and I'm over the moon! I was  chatting away with the people sitting next to me until a man impeccably dressed in a grey suit approaches our table and Marie interrupts my conversation to introduce us to each other.

"Jay, this is Akira. Akira, this is Jay" She says.

I extend my hand to his and say "Hello, nice to meet you!"

He mirrors and locks eyes with me. He has a nice face... chiseled jaw, a light stubble, a mix of steel grey and chocolate brown eyes... he's quite the charmer. He lets go of my hand after what feels like forever and sits adjacent to me. We involve in some small talk and he's in the vehicle industry. He deals with all sorts of vehicles and their parts, the sales, basically everything. Pretty hard business for someone as fine looking as him. I could've sworn he was in something more sophisticated like fashion or film industry.

I catch him occasionally staring at me and I smile. I noticed him peeking at my boobs a couple of times but him I don't mind. I'm immediately reminded of the pedophile from earlier tonight and I shake my head. I hope he's not behind another young girl now. I'm brought back to reality from my thoughts by Jay's masculine voice... I love it. "Hey do you want scallops?" he asks and gestures towards the waiter standing in front of our table with scallops in a plate. I nod.

The auction begins and people are spending big money. All the money goes to the NIOS Centre which helps people with depression and helps get them back to track. I love their mission and I bid & buy a painting for 6000 pounds. The painting might not be worth the price but I'm glad I could do my bit to the organization.

"You're into art, ha?" Jay asks.

"Haha yes, I do. But I like the mission of the organization even more which is why I bought it." I reply.

We talk for a bit until we were interrupted by a tall man in a black suit.

"Mr. Jay, There's something that requires your supervision. Mr. Zaveri needs you to meet him now."

With that, Jay stands up from his seat and walks away with the black suit guy.

I wish he stayed for a bit longer... I could totally see us as friends. He's got a great vibe about him  and he seems like a chill guy to hang out. I wish I got his number... whatever, he's gone. I'd probably never see him again.

The rest of the night goes decently. We stayed until the fireworks were burst and with that the gala comes to an end. Well, that was amazing. I saw some celebrities, spoke to a few people, had delicious food and enjoyed my time. I'm so glad that I got to experience it.

I say my goodbyes and head back home. What a night it was.