Dinner Party I
Camila
My body was everything except kid like thus when my dress at last showed up I was happy to see that it fit flawlessly. The only drawback was a small amount of extra cleavage, which was just a result of my larger chest. It was difficult to track down something that embraced my figure and wasn't booby. Because it was Friday, I was going to the dinner party with Alejandro and Greta, his date. I advance down the steps grasping onto the railing so my Loubotin's don't get found out in my pale lilac shone dress. Even though the top's off-the-shoulder design and sweetheart neckline made me feel like a princess, the thin straps barely supported my breasts.
The dress was genuinely a masterpiece. It adhered to my body like a second skin, but the skirt's high slit let a little too much light through. However, I desired attention tonight. I stop near the top of the stairs and see Alejandro's figure standing by the door; however, he was busy with yet another phone call. I was annoyed that he didn't look up once as I went down the stairs because he was too busy making fun of the person at the other end. Even so, I couldn't help but notice how well-tailored his suit was and how it perfectly embraced his muscular arms, wide waist, and big shoulders. He looked completely an influential man, and the suit simply added to the allure.
I look down at his hand enhanced in a couple of gold rings recognizing his dads gold band on his pinky. It was a family legacy, one that Alejandro won't ever take off. I had close to zero insight into his relationship with his folks yet from what I assembled growing up around his dad was that he cherished him definitely. As Alejandro seems to be too busy yelling slurs and insults into the phone to even look up at me, I make the long walk down the stairs, becoming more and more agitated by the minute. He doesn't raise his head until I walk up to him, when his tight jaw and scowl give way to a small smile as he acknowledges me by nodding. I stand by as he wraps up his call, his eyes then, at that point, meandering down my outfit, yet it isn't sufficient. At this point he was peering down at it and he scarcely got to see the genuine excellence of the whole look.
In addition, I spent hours ensuring that my makeup and hair were flawless. I needed to wow him, show him I wasn't the youngster he was looking after children. Alejandro gives me a quick kiss on the temple by leaning forward. "Sei belissima, Principessa". He murmurs slipping his telephone once more into his pocket. (You look delightful, princess). I send him a hush grin, loathing the manner in which he was checking out at me with kind eyes, no desire or want of any sorts. I twirl around and set out toward the way to conceal my eye roll as he follows behind, in all likelihood taking out his telephone. Even though I knew it would break me to let this girl have Alejandro if she turned out to be genuinely good for him, tonight was going to be difficult. I was just setting myself up for horrible. Assuming this Greta was real and the sort anybody would fall head over heels for, I would need to stand and watch them fall head over heels before my eyes.
As a result, I did what any person would do in this circumstance, which was to isolate myself until I was sure I was safe. I would start protecting my delicate heart instead of competing with her. It was something mamá instructed me. The vehicle is enduring front and I eye it. "Where is she, your date?" I toss behind me hearing him follow behind me. "There, we'll meet her." He says. In response, I move forward and grab the doorknob before Alejandro can. I wasn't feeling it right now, but he was always a gentleman. I see Alejandro's hand connect in the reflection before he withdraws while watching me with his temples marginally wrinkled. I get into the vehicle and hurry down to the end, while Alejandro gets in after me.
Today, I wasn't in the mood for him, and I was still annoyed that he didn't look at me in the way I wanted. It wasn't his shortcoming however I was becoming weary of this. tired of running after a man who couldn't see me. Are you ready? Alejandro asks from close to me. I turn my head from the window to give him a quick glance before looking down at my outfit because I can feel his eyes on me. one that I worked tirelessly to perfect. "Are you saying that I don't appear prepared enough?" I raise my head. He laughs yet my face stays straight and unamused, I watch as his laugh fades away once he understands I was being serious.
With a shake of his head he sends me a consoling grin. "Obviously not, Principessa." Turning around to glance through the window, I begin setting myself up for what's to come - an evening of phony grins, yet I won't begin now. As the driver drives off, the vehicle remains silent. Although his phone immediately rings and he is once again preoccupied, I can feel his gaze on me. Why did I fall so hard for him once more? Perhaps it was great that I was limiting any association with him, he was in every case too occupied by less significant things to focus on me. . . . We pull up to the front entryway in the wake of making the drive up from the front door.
Although the house was fantastic, I didn't really pay much attention to it. One more manor possessed by another rich money manager, blah, blah, blah. I roll my eyes as Alejandro sprints out of the car and I hurriedly open my door to avoid running into him, whom I now realize was coming to open my door. I need to grin, however at that point reconsider it. I didn't have to overdo it this evening. He shakes off the bushiness in his brows before, like a true gentleman, extending his arm to me.
It makes me hate him. However, I actually take his outstretched arm and let him lead us to the entryway. My senses are filled with the scent of his aftershave and cologne, which instantly brings back memories that have my heart racing. I'm lying next to him, my head buried in his neck, and I can still smell the day's cologne. Or when I would give him a peck on the cheek to say "good morning" while inhaling the scent of his shaving cream. I needed to cry. In any case, I squint away the tears and spotlight on our environmental factors as we stroll through the enormous entryways and into the amazing lobby.
I was told momentarily about how these things work. Visitors relax around in the social event room blending until supper is declared. The event has two parts. One that I begin to fear the second I feel Alejandro leave me and stroll towards the tall blonde that is radiating back at him.
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