Gala – Part l

Wrapped around in a fuzzy robe, with damp hair falling over her shoulder, Ophelia stared at the gown hanging on her closet in horror. She was beyond petrified of what she was seeing. The simple emerald silk dress she had chosen was nowhere to be seen. Instead, she saw an emerald off-shoulder gown with a deep neckline, the gorgeous evening gown revealed dramatic feather trimmed sleeves. The tonal jacquard gown was made to flatter her figure as the skirt fell down in trumpet silhouette and ended with a sweep train. The gown was gorgeous but what terrified her was the slit on the right side of the dress.
She kept staring but the dress didn't disappear. She gulped down and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already six and Onyx is supposed to pick her up in two hours.
"What am I going to do!" She panicked pacing around the room occasionally glancing at the dress. She stopped and ran her finger over the delicate fabric of the dress. Her fingers ran over the trim of the slit and her face contoured in griff.
Ophelia once again glanced at the clock and decided to try on the gown. With one last grumbled she pulled the gown off the hanger and put it on. She walked to the mirror and stared at her reflection. The gown was gorgeous, no doubt. With worried eyes, she glanced at her long leg sticking out of the slit that ended above her mid-thigh. Ophelia took a few long breaths and took off the gown. She blew dry her hair and pulled them in a low side bun, she left a loose strand of hair to fall freely over her face and pinned everything else neatly. She touched up her face in light makeup and decided for a cat-eyes look and finished off with a pink nude lipstick. Ophelia once again put on the gown and zipped up the zipper. She put on a pair of long silver drop earrings and a matching choker.
Slipping into a pair of silver stilettos, she glanced at her reflection on the mirror for one last time. Her neck and shoulders were bare, her tan leg peeked out of the slit and with everything in place, she looked good. There was a knock on the main door and she knew Onyx was here. Ophelia glanced at herself in the mirror one more time and worriedly stared at her leg. He knocked on the door again and Ophelia hurriedly took her clutch and rushed out of the bedroom. She grabbed the main door handle and yanked it open. Her bright smile slightly dropped when she found her father instead of Onyx.

When he saw his daughter, Mason's eyes welled up with tears. "You look lovely, little dove!" Ophelia smiled as he gushed. "Thank you, Dad!"
"God, you grew up so much!" said Mason as he pulled her into a hug.
Ophelia laughed as he exclaimed. "It seems like only yesterday that I brought you your first gown!"
"I remember that!
"I remember you running around the house in that blue tule gown on your tiny feet, refusing to take it off!" I had to get you two more because you refused to wear anything else." Mason laughed as he recalled those memories, and Ophelia couldn't help but laugh as well. Mason sighed as he ceased laughing.
"And this is the second time I've seen you in a gown!" At his words, Ophelia gave him a cheeky grin. "Now let's go, else we'd be late." Mason ushered her towards the elevator and she nodded.

As they got into the car Gerbert had sent, her mind was clouded with questions. As they drove down the city, Ophelia occasionally checked her phone for any messages or calls from Onyx. Be had promised to pick her up, but he didn't show up for the entire day. Ophelia had only received a message from him stating that he was busy with work and that he was looking forward to seeing her in the evening. But now Ophelia was disheartened.

The moment Ophelia and Mason reached the entrance, they were met with loud chatters of people, the sound of glass clinking and heels clicking. When Ophelia and Mason arrived at the door, they were greeted by a loud chattering of people, the sound of glass clinking, and heels clicking. She was attending a gala after many years, and she felt a tinge of nervousness. Mason smiled at her as she took his hand in hers and they walked in. A few people turned their heads to look at her as they passed by. Ophelia's free hand was on her leg, and she was trying to keep the slit in place while walking so that it didn't show too much.

Mason stopped to talk with someone and Ophelia stopped as well. They struck up a conversation after her father introduced her to the elderly man, but Ophelia was distracted. Her gaze wandered around the vast hall in search of that one person, but she couldn't even catch a glimpse of him.
Ophelia's eyes stopped on one particular person she hadn't wished to see. Owen stood in the far corner with a glass of liquor, his gaze fixed on her, mouth slightly agape as his gaze trailed down her body. Scorching fire of disgust left behind with each passing second his eyes was on her and she looked away not sparing him another glance.

When Ophelia heard Gerbert's familiar voice, she looked up to see Gerbert and Kieran approaching them. Gerbert and Mason exchanged handshakes, and when Mason saw Kieran, he enthusiastically pulled him into a fatherly hug.
"You are all grown up, Kieran!" Mason exclaimed as they pulled back and he smiled. "And you don't look a day old, Uncle." Mason chuckled and turned towards Ophelia, "This is Kieran-" Mason's sentence came to a halt when Kieran spoke up.
"We have met Uncle Mason." Kieran smiled and turned to face Ophelia.
"Good evening, léif Schwëster." Gerbert laughed as he greeted her with a charming smile.
"So you've accepted her as your sister-in-law?" Gerbert asked,
"How can I not father!" Kieran exclaimed, and everyone chuckled. But Ophelia's interest in everything was dwindling with each passing second. She had gone from being disheartened to sad to enraged.
'He could have at the very least informed me!' These were her thoughts. After a charming conversation, Mason and Gerbert left to mingle with others, as did Kieran to grab a drink.

"Ophelia Jade, I don't think we've ever met."
She took a glance around and noticed a young man, slender and tall, with light blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes. He smiled at her while holding a drink, and she arched her brow, not understanding who he was or how he knew her name.
"Yes," She exhaled, shifting her body to face him.
"-I don't think we have.
He gave a sly grin, and she could swear she heard a number of the women swoon at the sight. She smirked quietly to herself, almost scoffing. He's rather attractive. She wasn't immune to his physical attractiveness, but he also shouted 'womaniser' just as loudly.
"We'll have to modify that, won't we? My name is Jemeny Yonders."