Dance of Fates

chapter 19

New chap chap here!! 😍
Sorry for being late, I had a lot of actions in my life recently but here I am, it was kinda hard using my imagination but here it is....
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Chapter 19

"Mademoiselle!... Mademoiselle!!" a faint voice called. 

Daphne snapped out of her comfort zone looking around at the voice that called her. 

"Mon dieu! Je suis désolée Madame Dauphin, I did not hear you," Daphne apologized to the French fashion designer. 

"Ma chère, I asked if this length is good for you," the Dauphin and dressmaker said with a fair smile on her lips. 

Daphne looked down at the hem of her deep emerald gown and smiled politely at the woman and said softly, "C'est magnifique, merci beaucoup Madame." 

She remained composed while the woman finished her final touches on the dress, her gaze on her reflection in the mirror. She looked down at the small tattoo on the skin of her right wrist. 

Her gaze got heavy at the memories of the last gorgeous and fair days. 

Just seeing it made her lips quirk with a smile. 

Two days ago… 

"Paris!?" she hissed showing her irritation "Harry, why are we in Paris?" she repeated. 

Harry backed a step holding his breath, looking for answers. 

"I already told you."

"No you didn't. All you said was that you couldn't handle the house and wanted to leave. I expected some park in London not…, " waving her hands at the Eiffel Tower, "this!"

"It was the only available option!" he snapped. 

People started looking at the couple as they argued making a scene. 

"Th–" she swallowed her anger, taking a deep breath and studied his body language. 'What happened to him, even his aura is darker than usual?' 

Harry's eyes burned a hole in her soul, something had happened to him that made him look disappointed and vulnerable.

Harry turned his face a little so that she could see only his cheekbone and the profile of his lashes. He didn't want her to know he was about ready to break down again; she would ask questions, and he would have to explain. He couldn't explain anything right now...and he couldn't explain why. He couldn't explain what he was feeling. He just wanted to breathe. He was far too emotional right now and he could hardly handle it.

"I had a talk with the director of Gringotts," he said huskily. Merlin, he hoped she would just take the answer and go with it.

"Oh?" Daphne took a step closer to him and he lowered his face, clearly conveying that he didn't want her to read him. She bit her lip and pressed lightly, "What about?"

For a fraction of a second, Harry considered telling her everything that had gone wrong in his morning at that point. But the thought was yanked back the minute it emerged and he kept his mouth shut.

Daphne frowned at his silence as well as his tense posture. It was obvious that something aside from just a mere talk had left him extremely upset—he seemed in worse condition than before. Strangely silent and withdrawn, like he was trapped in his own mind. He wouldn't look at her, but she could see the slight tremble of his hands and hear the raw emotion in the few words he spoke to her. Daphne couldn't imagine anything that would cause him to act like this unless it pertained to the latest devastation in his life, so she went ahead and assumed the most obvious choice.