CHAPTER TWO
1103 Words
Danielle's Point Of View.
"Oh! You meant my card of invitation?"
I muttered in complete bewilderment and scratched my rough hair. I was posing as though I was looking for the invitation card, I dipped my hands inside my purse.
That was the only way I could buy myself a little extra time until I wait for Naomi came out of nowhere.
The security's voice and body language were so different that I could not tell which one scared me the most.
There was no option of walking away either. I worked hard to feel like I should give up already.
"Did you not hear me? I was not playing a bluff when I talked to you. Have you suddenly gone deaf? Where is your card, damn it? I am not happy that you are forcing me to do that, and I hate to say it again." He let a ferocious yell at me.
"Should I remind you that this is an invitation-only event? You might as well leave now if you do not have your card?" he threatened.
I felt compelled to beg for his forgiveness as well, but after witnessing his cruel treatment of me, I realised that doing so would be a grave mistake.
"Do not be concerned about her, Rambo. I invited her over. She's my friend. Moreover, she is an artist."
A female voice spoke behind me.
I looked behind me and saw Naomi standing next to the bouncer, panting heavily, as if she were being pursued by a buffalo.
"Is this really you, Naomi?
Thank you for being here. Never once did I imagine you would arrive?" I grinned at her.
Seeing her gave me hope again. Now that I knew she ould not abandon me, I had no more reason to be afraid.
"Are you certain about it? You might be lying to me. This woman I am looking at does not seem deserving of being among the elites. Take a look at her attire, for example. I do not think she created those pieces of art herself." Naomi was questioned by Rambo, who examined my entire body as if I were carrying guns.
"I do not seem deserving? Do you think I will go around the street with a loudspeaker and tell everyone about my brand? Why was he speaking in such a tone when he was talking about my clothes? I have never looked better in an outfit." I clapped back at Rambo without thinking about getting ejected because it took me a long time to get dressed.
Even though I really wanted to be at the Art Gallery, I could not stand it when Rambo humiliated me and got away with it.
"That is alright.
Put an end to this conversation." Naomi reassured me.
"I will have this resolved," which helped to ease my anxiety.
She produced a dollar note in front of me and pressed it into Rambo's hand. "Hopefully, this works."
Being friends with Naomi is a blessing for you.
Rambo eventually allowed me entry, but not before berating me in front of my friend, saying, "If it were just you, I would make sure you do not step inside."
Without using my evil thoughts, I could not stop glaring at Rambo until I entered the art gallery.
"You are aware that you were not required to give that bully a tip, are you not?" I told Naomi.
"I mean, you just boosted his ego," I continued ranting as she went to view some stunning pieces created by some of the state's most imaginative artists.
Despite how attractive I told myself I was, I felt strange among everyone.
I now understood perfectly why Rambo was hesitant to let me in? He knew I was not supposed to be there. If I were him, I would perform worse.
"Really, Danielle?
Will this be a conversation we have? Did you notice that person's mean appearance? Without my intervention, he was ready to kick your ass?" Naomi complained.
She showed her annoyance at me by displaying veins that protruded from her neck.
I begged her "Please introduce me to some wealthy guests," and I could not hold back when I spoke.
"You have got to be joking. The fact that you were not even listening to me is unbelievable." She furrowed her brow.
Her mouth in a fly-catching position widened amazingly. It was some time before she realised that.
"Naomi, I am serious. As you can see, I am the only odd guest here. My entire collection of artwork featuring the faces I see will be sold. Are you blind to see that?" I was still pleading with her when I felt a tap on my shoulder that nearly tore my body and soul apart.
"My intention is not to startle you." He
said calmly.
"I did see you walk in with Naomi a few minutes ago." His voice sounded the sweetest ever.
I was staring into his stunning eyes, completely absorbed. He could still become a runaway despite his muscular build.
He possesses all the necessary elements to be one. I was mesmerised by his middle-length brown hair, chiselled jawline, and keen blue eyes.
Since I did not really know him, I asked the parts of me that wanted to make love to him right away to calm down.
"Hi.You are speaking to me.
Do you feel angry with me?
Or did I make you extremely anxious?" I was brought back to reality by his wave.
"Offended by you?
Of course not."
I spoke in a hurry.
Danielle is my name, and I am an artist. These are some of my lovely artworks. You might want to look them up." Naomi was not willing to sell my craft, so I seized the chance to do so.
She can not stop staring at me, wondering how I developed such confidence all of a sudden.
Shortly afterward, I begged her to help me out. Now I am already chatting with one of the most important guests a few minutes later.
"I am Declan, and I have a strong passion for art. Above all, the incredible ones you just showed me." I listened endlessly as he explained.
"To be honest with you, it was your artwork that got my attention and compelled me to come speak with you." He added and captivated my soul.
Positive energy like this is what I expected. I was sure he would eventually buy some of my artwork, even though he had not done so yet.
"Is it a sign that you will buy my artwork?" Anticipating the answer, I asked.
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