Masuk“Come forward,” a distorted male voice suddenly booms through the hall.
Although I’m still skeptical about this choice, I follow Zeath anyway as he makes his way forward, stepping completely into the warehouse.
Blank styles my hair as I round up my make-up. I don’t know where the hell he learned to style a female’s hair into an elegant up-do, but I’m grateful that he did learn it. Especially since the frizzes of my strands aren’t a hindrance to his craft at all.At least I won’t have to worry about the hair anymore. I would just call him.After he’s done, he helps me into my dress. And we both stand in front of the mirror when we round up the struggles of wearing the dress. He’s too tall. Too tall that I only reach him on his chest. But it’s one of the things I love about him.Now we’re matching. The Belle in her red dress and the prince in his black stylish tux. And he IS so handsome in that attire that I wish he would off them. “Are you ready?” he asks. I nod. “Then I’ll just go down and set the audience for your coming.”“Is that necessary?” I ask, but he’s already at the door.“Very much necessary,” he echoes back and retracting.I take in a deep breath, still staring at the mirror, on
Blank breaks away from the kiss too soon, leaving me flushed and wanting more.My eyes remain closed as I swim in a sea of amazement. And the moment I feel Blank’s face move more than an inch from mine, I quickly pull the duvet over my head again.“You were so bold when you kissed me before, my lady. Why are you so shy now?” he whispers, and I find my fingers are fidgeting.I shouldn’t let him see how weak I am. I shouldn’t let him see how much I want him.“We’re having a ball later today. You’re the Belle of the ball, so we’ll both go shopping soon,” Blank says all at once before adding, “meet me downstairs.”The moment I feel him turn his back to leave, I pull the duvet down and watch him. Except, aunt Mellow interrupts my view, as she uses the open door before Blank even reached it.The two nod at each other before Aunt Mellow sets a tray of food on the bed. “Your mom said you haven’t had breakfast,” she says. Although my eyes are open, I look past her instead of meeting gazes wi
Nectar.
None of us came here with a ball in mind. So while Christopher’s staff set the house for the occasion, we went shopping.Christopher and Nectar went on their own. Zeath and I also left together. I don’t know where the hell Beavan took Yolie to.Choosing Zeath’s tuxedo wasn’t an issue. It was selecting my dress that became the hassle. However, we finally make a choice by picking a black velvet dress with a fitted bodice, which transitions into a voluminous, floor-length, layered, flare skirt that is longer at the back and has a tulle underneath.
Zeath pats my back as I move toward the exit door. Christopher covers some space as well to meet me at a point.My arms snake around his waist, and he clasps me tight over my shoulders. I shed the remnants of my tears on his chest, my shudders racking through my body like a shock.“You motherfucker, how dare you run away and leave me like that!” I wail while pounding my fists into Christopher’s back and stomping my feet on the ground.
Mellow.I’ve not met Nectar or Yolie since they left for Country P. I never planned to. But the news of Christopher united us.Two years
I find I’m still in bed, staring at the dark ceiling, my tears sliding down the corner of my eyes to my ears.
Zeath’s shock at seeing me in the warehouse doesn’t show on his face, but I know he’s surprised.
After a while, when Zeath seems to have drove off, the voice comes again, “Open the box at your left, Mellow.”
Zeath lets go of me, looking around the room; mostly the ceiling and the walls.“







