"But you didn't compliment me," she mumbled, her cheeks flushing with a hint of embarrassment.
"Do moons and stars need to be reminded of their beauty?"
The way he had with his words. She was about to say something when a waiter approached them.
“Sir?” he bowed slightly as Kaelith sipped on his wine.
“What?” Amara was startled at how cold his voice became.
The waiter swallowed nervously.
“Orion Rogers is here,” Kaelith smirked and finished the wine in one go before placing the glass on the table.
"I'll be there," Kaelith assured, waving the waiter off with a casual flick of his hand. Amara watched him with a puzzled expression as he pushed his chair back and began to stand up.
"W-where are you going?" she asked nervously, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
Kaelith gently cupped her face, his touch reassuring as he placed a small kiss on the corner of her mouth. "I'll be back in a second. Can you be a good girl and sit here?" he murmured, his tone soft yet commanding. Amara swallowed nervously, feeling a flutter of anticipation in her chest as she searched for the right words. But in the end, she simply nodded.
"Yes..." she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Kaelith smiled at her, the warmth in his eyes returning as he straightened up and walked to the back. Amara followed him with her eyes as he disappeared behind the wall. She let out a small sigh.She hoped he’d be back soon. She turned her attention back to the anchor who was now saying something about the jewellery house they’d be launching soon in Milan, and the Clothing store run by the host of this party in Madrid.
She found herself lost in her own world, her attention drifting away from whatever the anchor was saying. Her gazesettled on the appetizers spread out on the table, and without much thought, she reached out for a small chocolate biscuit.
Bringing it to her lips, she took a bite, savouring the rich sweetness that filled her mouth. The taste was divine, and for a moment, all worries and distractions faded away as she indulged inthe simple pleasure of the treat. Her eyes drifted shut in bliss, a contented sigh escaping her lips as she let herself be consumed by the delicious sensation.
When she was finished with the cookie, she licked her lips and glanced at the bowl full of them. It wouldn’t harm to have one more, right?
She was contemplating when her hand automatically reached for the cookie and she giggled taking another bite. Delicious and more sweet than the first one.
She was so busy devouring the chocolates that she didn’t realize someone was standing beside her. It was only when she felt the silhouette of the woman hovering above the table, that Amara let out a startled gasp and quickly jumped on her feet.
She placed her hand on her chest, calming down her heart as she looked at the unknown woman. For a second Amara wondered if she just imagined her but when the woman looked her up and down with a mocking smile, Amara shuddered, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.
A man was standing beside her too.
“Well, do I know you?” Amara's attention was drawn to the woman who had addressed her, her gaze taking in her striking figure. The woman stood tall and elegant in a black lace gown that draped off her shoulders, accentuating her slender frame. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back, framing a face with deep blue eyes, a delicate mole adorning her right cheek, and thin, red-painted lips.
Caught off guard by her question, Amara blinked in confusion, her mind struggling to place where she might have seen her before. She glanced around the room, searching for any familiar faces, but found none.
"Um, I'm sorry, I don't think we've met," Amara replied hesitantly, her voice tinged with uncertainty as she offered a polite smile.
The woman just scoffed, as if mocking her and raised her head high. Her arms crossed across her chest.“Hilary Donovon, host of this party,”
“Oh, I’m Amara De… Garcia,”
“You see, this is an exclusive party and I don’t remember inviting you,” Amara's breath caught in her throat at Hilary’s pointed look. She felt a surge of discomfort, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she struggled to find the right words.
"I am here with someone," she stammered, her voice faltering slightly under Hilary Donovan's piercing gaze. "I apologize if there's been any confusion."
Hilary arched a skeptical eyebrow, her expression unyielding. "I highly doubt that," she retorted, her tone laced with skepticism. "But since you're already here, I suppose there's no harm in letting you stay. Just remember, this is a gathering for a select few, and not just anyone can waltz in uninvited."
Amara swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the woman's scrutiny bearing down on her. She offered a forced smile, her discomfort palpable.
Hilary's gaze fell to the small decorated board on the table, where the name "Kaelith De Luca" was elegantly inscribed. A flicker of annoyance crossed her features before she fixed her sharp gaze back on Amara.
"Kaelith De Luca?" she exclaimed incredulously, her voice tinged with disdain. "Well, how much did he give you for accompanying him? One million? Two? Or ten?"
