Estela

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MATURE CONTENT and VULGAR words not suited for young readers below eighteen (18) years old.

 

Chapter 17: Banquet

“Z-Zhander… I want crabs.” I meekly said.

We were currently eating dinner at the fantasy-like setting by the beach at Sophia’s debut.

After that incident a while ago, we returned to our hotel without so much as a squeak. I already said sorry to him, but the man still refused to talk to me as he continued to gave me the silent treatment.

Zhander didn’t say anything as he cracked the grab and expertly separated the meat and quietly served it on my plate, his face all serious.

“Uhmm… O-oyster.”

Again, Zhander quietly reached out and separated the oyster from its shell before serving it on my plate while avoiding any eye contact.

Damn it! I already said I was sorry. Do I have to beg for his forgiveness?

I wanted to strike a conversation with him but too afraid of all this awkward silence he was giving me.

My plans of starting a conversation with him were momentarily halted when it was disturbed by the announcement that Zoe would give a wish to Sophia.

“At least tell me you’re going to say some kind of a decent speech,” Leanna said amused.

Zoe grinned and drank a bottle of beer in one gulp before wiping her mouth with the back of her palm.

“I have alright. Ten years’ worth of speech.”

Then Zoe stood up and went to the center of the spacious stoned floor.

I smirked and quietly clasped my hands, waiting for a good show.

“Ahem… I don’t have a long speech prepared, so I’m just going to wish you – Sophia.” Zoe turned and extended her hand to acknowledged Sophia while the debutante smiled and looked all lovingly like a sister to Zoe.

Zoe grinned, and my eyes sparkled.

“I wish you good health. It must be exhausting even for you to always have to make people believe you are something that you’re not, while the truth is, you ain’t nothing but a hoe. You think you’re cute. You think you’re classy. News flash girl. You’re freackin’ nasty!”

Pft!

I giggled and wanted to laugh out loud, but Zhander gave me a warning glance which automatically made my lips tight.

Then after the awkward silence, across the vast stone floor, just in front of us, a pretty young man laughed out loud. And not long after, the whole crowd followed, dismissing Zoe’s remark as a joke.

I frowned and held my chin on my hand.

Great! Way to go ruining the mood!

I giggled at Leanna’s remark of Zoe being a pedophile as I secretly glanced at that pretty innocent looking young man who just ruined the beautiful awkward silence. Then again, I already found him staring at our table – explicitly, staring at that pink haired girl that looked like a Goddess if I may add.

Wow! Elliot Volknov! Way to go Zoe!

I wanted to tease Zoe, but Zhander’s matter was of the utmost importance.

I resumed thinking of ways for Zhander to forgive me, blocking out all the happenings around us including the soothing beating drums and those dancing group of men and women, signaling for the cotillion to start.

Maybe you should faint to get his attention, or pretend that your stomach hurts… for all you know… he might even rub your belly. And don’t forget to steal a couple of groping here and there while you’re at it! I want the butt this time!

….

….

I sighed.

The problem with my brain, it was only functioning to anything perverted.

Brain, in case you haven’t notice. I’m trying to apologize to Zhander, not making him more infuriated with me.

I was continuing arguing with myself when my brain responded to the mention of my brother’s name.

“As an honor for gracing us with your presence, may we request Mr. Cain Fay to give the last dance.” Emma Collin said, looking at our table.

Oh~ this mother and daughter pair sure is asking for it.

I glanced up at Zoe, asking for her permission which the latter gave out a nod. Then I leaned closer towards my bother.

“Go and step on her dress,” I whispered.

I felt the dark, oppressive aura of my brother growing more intense by the second, yet he didn’t refute as he silently stood up and walked towards the dance floor.

I smirked and was about to ready my camera.

However… Zhander was right beside me. I didn’t want him to think any less of me……

…..

…..

….. You know, just for appearance sake.




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