The night’s silence was palpable, and I understood fully, under the golden warmth of the lit torches on the balcony, that Vincent would not answer my question, or rather couldn’t.
The conversation had been so onesided that I almost felt stupid for having tried to explain myself to him. Now, anytime someone questions my line of thought, I can just blame it on drugs. But…like most things, I will deal with the sting later.
I Inhaled deeply, then closed my eyes to try and still my racing mind, but the lump in my throat did not lessen. I cleared my throat, but still, it did not waver, nor did the flood of thoughts cloudin
Elizabeth’s gaze met mine easily, I mean, I was the only person left standing, and then she winked at me, to which I responded by bowing my head quickly in a fancy and exaggerated manner. Vincent suddenly squeezed the hand that he had let go of earlier, before the bowing, and I had almost turned to face him when a man dressed in black appeared beside me, startling me, then he whispered in a low tone.“My lady.” The man bowed then presented a golden fan that matched well with my gloves. “From the Marquess.”
“At what point do you think we should leave the ball?” Vincent asked as the room’s buzz resumed.“I was hoping t-,”“Your Grace!” A young dark-haired boy in a formal suit, with a large red gem encrusted on what looked like a scarf, tucked into his topcoat, yelled as he approached me with a broad smile on his face. He stopped aggressively only a few inches from my space then bowed quickly and then reached out to take my hand, but Vincent pushed his way to stand before me. &ldq
“Are you…did you just call me a rat?” Dominic asked the scowl across his beautiful face leaving no room for me to imagine that he had taken that as a joke.“I- n-n-,” -What was I supposed to say?-‘No I was just nervous about meeting you’ or ‘no, you are so sexy up close that my brain needs time??’-I am his enemy. I am not here to play teenag
Vivanna-Agreements? -The blank look I gave him must have clued him in on the level of information I had because Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Okay, I am starting to feel offended, I mean I get that you are the Dutchess and that you are busy, but don't forget about me. Seriously, I will go on a bender like Neiwei!" Sebastian pouted, and as a waiter passed by, he grabbed two glasses of white wine from his tray, then tried to hand one to me, to which I rejected.
READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED, SOME MATURE THEMES ARE DISCUSSED REGARDING DEPRESSION, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND SUBSTANCE ABUSE.Neiwei.The room was blurry, and again, he wasn’t sure which day it was and who was around him, all he knew was that he was at the Marquis’s castle and that was only due to the numerous amounts of ‘red liquid’ being escorted by the servants of the castle. The noises around him felt like faded echoes in the distance as he relaxed deeper into the black and gold lounge chair.
“Let us start from the beginning because I am confused,” Dominic said, as he pulled me back into his arms his grip tighter than before and it was beginning to hurt.“Vivanna, are you actually deluded enough to believe that you have the upper hand in this conversation?” he whispered painfully close to my ears, and a chill crept up my back. “I think that you will pay more attention to your surroundings if-”.
READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED, SOME MATURE THEMES ARE DISCUSSED.I had assumed that ‘casino’ had only represented wealth and perhaps even an acceptance of human nature. Because of that blunder, I had been ill-prepared for a conversation with the Count, let alone an entire blackmail strategy.-But I can't fail. I cannot afford to fail! -To m
My eyes widened as I watched the scene unfold before me. The man in red slid from his helper’s grip. “NEIWEI!!” The failed helper at the top of the balcony yelled desperately and loudly enough to halt the music in the hall, startling the crowd below. -Neiwei?-