Paris In The Rain

1.1 : Dancing with a stranger

All eyes darted to the passing figure dressed in a tidy fit-body tux, in black, and his confident steps. He walked into the enormous hall as the music filled his ears, and both his eyes adapt to the bright room. The place has a gold-and white themed hall, like a regal ballroom. He walked to the main person on the party; the owner of the newly opened resort who stood by the side of the hall, welcoming guest, and accepting congratulations.

"Mr. Marke, shall i say I'm impressed by how the place worked out. It's amazingly done," he greets, as the aged man shook his hand with his kind smile. "Mr.Thompson, glad to see you here. How are you?" He shares the same kind smile to the man as he replied, "Please, call me Alaric-" but his words stopped as he realized who stood beside the man.

"Cassandra," he called as she gave a little smile in return. She's wearing a black dress with a long tail, off shoulder, and ripped on the side of her leg that shows her curves beautifully.

As both eyes met, everything seemed like strikes back to place. All the feeling, and the memories come back flooding. She could only hope that she manages to kept her face neutral as Mr. Marke excused himself for some reason, leaving her alone with the man, as if their impression leaves an aura that they have an unfinished business.

"You seems well," he states. "So does you," she answers, trying not to make the situation awkward more than it already is, before silence come to cover. "Where's your boyfriend?" She smiled a little, as she took a glass of champagne from the passing waiter. "I don't have any," she said, then taking a sip from her glass.

As he answered 'i see', later it's silence back between them.

Her jaw tighten for a second, as she stares at her glass before asking the question that he guessed covered her mind right from the moment they stood beside each other.

"How's the baby?" He stir the champagne calmly as he answered, "there aren't any," then finishing his drink. She twist her neck almost immediately to face him but before she got to say anything, he continues, "She later came with her so called fiance, bringing a test paper that said it belongs to him "

He returned his empty glass to the passing waitress, along with her glass, leaving her staring at him- still not recovering from the information- as he then put up a hand in front of her. "I hope you don't mind." He gave her a small smile that still made her heart beat faster.

She took his hand doubtfully as he led her to the dance floor, following along with a couple of couples whom already dancing to the beautiful melody.

Her hands wraps on the back of his neck, as his hands rest on her wrist with a tender touch that could've made her melt. His eyes kept staring at hers, and then it darted slowly, moving along to her lips, before it darted back up.

She cursed her heart for beating so fast, and she prayed that her face didn't betray her as he twirls her around. He seemed to be taking in each detail of her face, as their face were an inch from one another.

She noticed the bobbing of his Adam's apple, and he could feel her hand tensing as he moved a little closer. He grips her wrist a little tighter than before, but the way he looks at her made her shut her mouth.

His lips moved into a quiet whisper, but it felt like she could've hear clearly of what he have said, and that made her heart beats a little faster; "How i miss having you in my arms."