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Beep… Beep… Beep…Whoosh!
Beep… Beep… Beep…Whoosh! Beep… Beep… Beep…Whoosh!
Chapter 15
Twisted Fairy-tale
~Cassandra~
He stands by the fireplace in the softly-lit living room, in a sleek black three-piece suit, his hands in his pockets. The place dances with blueish flames, making the living room seem mysterious, holding the promise of magical adventures and causing my heart jump excitedly in my chest. I descend the stairs, moving closer to the fireplace.
The long evening dress fabric wisps along my legs seductively as the V-neck cut silk wraps around my figure, a long slit exposing one leg. I take a glimpse at my crushed crystal stilettos peeking out from underneath the gown, catching my eyes as they shimmer. I feel empowered and beautiful as I soar towards him.
Logan is captivated by my red lips. The glint of appreciation makes me gain more confidence, and the sway of my hips becomes more bewitching. I stop to appreciate the man standing just a few meters away. His captivating green jewels mesmerize me, and I am stuck to the spot as he starts to move.
My breath catches in my throat as he eats away at the distance, but I hold my ground with a stubborn resolve, refusing to step back. Logan always had this unnerving effect on me that never failed to wake up my fighting instincts.
Obviously, we’ve waltzed a lot, learning the curve of each other’s personalities. I find it thrilling to get into a fight with him. He brings my hands to his mouth, gently kissing each one.
“You look stunning, Cassandra. Allow me.”
I’m amused that he brings a very old-fashioned charm to my door, or rather, my stilettos.
“It would be my pleasure, sir!” I curtsy for effect, making him beam, and his eyes sparkle. I link my hand with his.
Thrilled by the adventure and mystery, my senses are heightened, and I follow my handsome man into the night.
“Want to know where we are going?”
I look at him, smiling, because for the first time, I don’t care.
“Surprise me.”
Shaking his head in amusement, he holds me tight. He takes us to watch an incredible musical performance. After the play, as we walk to a fancy restaurant, I ask him why he brought me to this one.
“I am fascinated by the animals and their inherited beauty.”
“What kind animal do I remind you of?”
“A gazelle.”
“Really? I don’t believe you, Mr. Lion.”
“And here I thought I was complimenting my little mouse that sometimes breathes fire. The gazelle is a very graceful animal, Cassandra.”
“Also, very tasty. Gazelles run fast as hell. So, you better remember that, Mr. Lion, before you pounce.”
He laughs and then counters, “A lion is very good at tracking and stalking. Don’t underestimate his resolve, Cassandra.”
The beauty of the restaurant takes my breath away with all ornaments of the majestic architecture with cleverly located lights enhances the character, and we enter the mystifying ballroom.
The mysterious masks hide their identity, and the hairs on my nape rise.
Beep…
My heart stops, and then restarts.
