Stolen moments

Chapter 19(B)

The rest of the week in Paris was not that eventful. I spent my time minding my business and avoiding Hunter... Again. He tried talking to me but i will just zone out or pretend he is not there.

Don't blame me. He wants me to open up to him but i can't, am not ready. What if he says am lying like others? Even if i tell, it changes nothing, it changes nothing at all...

We left Paris, early Friday morning. I was home all through weekend napping and showing Rosalia beautiful pictures i took.

I tried exploring, i really did. I couldn't contain my excitement when i stumbled upon the Notre-Dame Cathedral. In my excitement, i forgot to check the time. By the time i realized it, it was getting late.

I almost... Okay, i got lost on my way coming. Stupid me choose to have a walk, getting distracted by the early Christmas decorations. When i discovered that am in a wrong place by the strange landmarks, i decided to take a taxi back hotel.

I stare at the mirror right in front of me as Rosalia gets busy with my hair. I am preparing for the fundraiser party which is being organized by the Knights.

I found out from my colleagues that it is being hosted annually by them, a few days to Christmas and it is also being done this year. I would have ditched the party but i learnt it is compulsory for all workers and you are to bring a date.

Since Monday, the party as been on everyone's lip, even the people and the media, now it's Friday the D-day. I can't blame them, people of high caliber will be there tonight, business men, socialites, politicians, you name them.

That is why am having cold feet about the party, what if i mess up? What if i trip? What if i throw up on someone's expensive dress? As if reading my thoughts.

"Don't worry, you will be fine. Just be yourself" Rosalia said placing her hands on my robe covered shoulders.

"Easy for you to say, you are not the one dining with wealthy, stuck up, power hungry, frustrated people" she is used to this kind of setting due to her parents status.

I can't count the amount of time she accompanied more like was dragged by her parents to a party.

They tried matchmaking her with some men but she either scare them away with her colourful words or bore them out intentionally with irrelevant talks.

I watched from the mirror as she curled up my hair in tight curls, putting it in place with pins. She moved to my make up. She looks deep in thought as she stared at my small make up box. Not looking satisfied, she left my room only to come back few minutes later dragging her humongous makeup box with her.

I watch in amazement as she sets it up before getting to work.

"Ouch!"

"Hush... "

"You just stabbed me in the eye" I tried to scratch it but she slaps my hand away.

"You meant poke and don't ruin my work"

"What is the difference?"

"Sweetheart... Beauty hurts" I almost rolled my eyes at her words but stopped when i realized she can poke it again.

"Can i at least see my dress?" I whine.

"No!" I groaned.

Thirty minutes later , after she was done torturing my face, she gave me my dress as she pushed me out for me to try it on. I stare at the black dress, we were not given a color code, Rosalia gave me this dress she bought even though she never wore it. When i refused she told me it was my Christmas gift but something told me she was lying.