Caught A Trace Of Elijah
The third point of view:
Marcel was getting bored to death, this was not the type of party he envisioned. Nothing was interesting about it, not to mention the fact that his fiancée fed him with the sight of her stealing glances at her lover, Luther.
He sighed, running his hand through his hair. Of all people his father could pick out as his fiancée, it had to be this barbie doll. There was nothing about Clara that turned him on because she was conceited and obsessed with her self-image. He preferred women who were a bit defiant – like the girl he had met today – it was fun to conquer them.
He cursed out when he thought about that girl again; the thought of her was becoming like a poison infiltrating every part of his senses. Maybe, he could see her tomorrow
