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Flashes of camera lights and deafening noises greeted us when we stepped out from the car.
We stood in front of an enormous, elegant casino. The place was so captivating that I nearly forgot why I was here.
I wanted to take in all its details, but Estela tagged my dress, signaling me to follow her inside.
I grabbed Zoe’s hand, just in case the girl lost herself – drooling in front of the Casino and all.
We ascended the steps leading to the glass doors. We stepped to a vast lobby after the thorough security.
I touched my decorated simple mask.
The thing made me feel claustrophobic!
We followed the music leading to a spacious gambling den with a vast dance floor at the center.
The spacious room was a sea of eloquently dressed people. Their attire, so precise that I felt out of place in my simple aquamarine dress. Each person appeared decorated with a theme. They wore their mask perfectly down to a P.
A collective of violinists, harp players, and pianist were placed at the far end of the dance floor. Masks people were merrily laughing as they gambled. Some contented just drinking wine while most wiggled their bodies on the dance floor.
It was like a pandemonium!! – in an organized way.
I frowned when I smelled tobacco and mixtures of different perfumes in the air. I was getting dizzy and nauseous.
Sensing my state, my eyes hurriedly searched for my other half and unconsciously, they locked itself on a silver mask man, sitting on a sofa, looking all bored.
Beauties encircle him. The women have taken off their mask, probably trying to seduce him into noticing them.
However, the menacing air surrounding the silver mask man kept everyone meters away from him. Not bothering even a glance. Not one bit interested.
I almost snickered if not for that familiar longing building inside me as I stared at what I considered to be one of the most beautiful, delicious beings on Earth.
Sensing that someone was intently staring at him. His eyes locked on mine – abruptly the world stop.
His terrorizing aura instantly vanished like smoke.
He stood up slowly – carefully walking towards me, afraid that I might run or disappear.
His frosty eyes captivated mine. My body responded. I strode, at this moment – floated towards him.
We didn’t say anything. Didn’t notice the onlookers curious gazes. Didn’t mind Estela’s teasing grin and the constant pressing of her fingers on her camera, (where did she even hide that thing?) nor Zoe’s gaping face, nor Russell’s deathly gaze.
We just stood there, inches apart – afraid that a slight noise or movement, the other would magically disappear like it was just some kind of an illusion or a dream.
Strangely, my heart which was beating erratically from the excitement of meeting him again seemed to calm down. Like it had finally found its haven after days of being lost and soaked in the cold, desolate rain.
The trance broke when a sweet melancholic melody reverberated in the hall as if the musicians could sense our unspoken feelings.
Unconsciously, I raised my hand to him.
He bowed, took my hand and softly kissed my fingers before he guided me towards the dance floor.
We circled each other. Our gaze remained locked. He placed his hand on my back, my hand on his shoulder, and our free hand finally met.
Together, we dance to the music. Our body swayed in sync with my beating heart.
As the melody progress, I couldn’t help myself to form a smile on my face.
He was perfect, in his major general outfit and silver mask. His eyes still as frosty as ever, like a sparkly crystal that remained frozen in the Arctic – deep and affectionate, staring intently on mine.
The warmth between us grew even more powerful by the second. My heartbeat was increasing steadily along with it.
Our dance was flawless, everything from our breathing to how we moved.
He guided me in the dance floor like it was just the two of us lost in our own world.
He kept his eyes on me, yet he still knew exactly where to take me.
Every strode, every movement, seemed planned – nothing felt force. It was like… I was floating in his arms.
We became one with the music, with the song, with each other.
Even when the music finished, and the audience applauded filled our ears, we didn’t separate.
My hands now were embracing his neck while his hands were resting on my back. Not a second that our eyes parted.
Whispers and gasps resounded when he embraced me.
Ever so tightly.
Letting me know how much he yearned for me.
I embraced him back.
Not minding that I couldn’t breathe. Not caring the pain from his grip. At this moment, I only knew that my whole body was being filled by his warmth.
I think that I was probably the only woman in the world who knew how warm his embrace could be despite his icy, cold exterior.
“You came……” Cain softly whispered.
Like an automatic response – my eyes closed.
“I love you.”
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