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6
Antonio
There is a seaof freshly graduated college students flooding the back garden of my mansion. Giant, transparent beach balls fill the pool, and gold and silver decor adorns the inside and outside of my home. Caterers run back and forth, and colorful drinks are carried out on large trays.
Music fills air, crowd dances in rhythm.
One of my cousins is amongst them. He graduated today, and he begged me to host the after-party here. Of course, I said yes. Despite not enjoying the massive crowds of people, I know what it means to him.
I'm standing on the deck overlooking the excitement.
My eyes have been fixed on a girl in the crowd all night.
Despite her youth, her graceful and controlled presence has captivated me. She is clearly mature for her age, not blending in with the crowd. Her extreme beauty makes it impossible for me to look away.
A boy walks past me, and I grab his arm. He looks at me with a shocked expression.
“The girl there, in the silver dress. Who is she?”
He squints into the crowd in the direction I have gestured.
“That is Seraphina.”
“Seraphina,” I repeat her name and taste how it feels on my lips. I release the boy’s arm, and he moves away quickly.
Kalo chuckles. “What are you thinking, Antonio? Have you got your claws out?”
“Perhaps.”
“I know what happens when you spot something you want.”
“What is that?”
“You take it.”
I chuckle.
“Who are you eyeing?”
I gesture with a nod in her direction. “The silver dress.”
“Interesting. She looks slightly out of place, doesn’t she?”
“That she does.”
“She has no idea what is coming for her.” He shakes his head. “I’ll find a young student and see what she can teach me.”
I hardly notice when he leaves. My sights locked on her.
When the waiter moves past me with champagne glasses glittering with gold liquid, I pick up two of them and make my way toward her.
When I'm standing close to her, I find her beauty is even more alluring. Her long, dark curls are falling loose over her shoulders and down her back. She is wearing a silver dress covered in sequins that shimmer when she moves. It traces the curve of her waist over her hip and sits short enough to tease any man who has his eyes on her.
Her skin is pale caramel and when she turns to look at me, feeling my presence behind her, her luscious lips curve in to a beautiful smile that lights her round brown eyes.
“Hello,” she says.
“Seraphina,” I say her name again, enjoying the sound of it.
