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When did Mayank even manage to arrange all this?
The DJ threw a wireless head microphone at the singer which he caught effortlessly and put it around his head and tugged the bulky part of it behind his back before all the six of them resumed dancing, after passing the handheld mike to someone behind him.
The girls gravitated to him automatically, and it was really surprising to see him keeping up with the Ikonista moves. Gosh, not only was he a really good singer but also an exceptionally good dancer. Who was this guy, anyway?
In no time, Prerna was beside him as they all did easier steps for the crowd to follow. He did twirl some girls who were giggling like lunatics all the time or had a gaping mouth. Had my grandma been alive, she would have remarked, “what a gentleman he is!”
Doing a classic slide to stand beside Prerna again, he dipped her, making me turn to watch Mayank’s expression, suspecting him to be jealous of the new hot guy. But instead, all he did was gape like an awestruck little boy. Am I dreaming right now? Or was this really happening? I mean, Mayank was speechless and not jealous?
The timer I had set went off reminding me to do one last check with the buffet, and I started walking towards the stairs, still observing Mayank.
The ending pre-chorus of the song was on.
When I turned to see Prerna, she was standing at the singer's side as he finished the song, everyone were jumping and shrieking except me. It looked like everyone else knew about him. All I could do was stare at the singer confused when our eyes met. He started to walk towards me. That rendered me into a blinking doll with a terrible eyes malfunction.
Okay, maybe not towards me perhaps towards someone beside me or behind me. There was no way I know him, so why would he come towards me? The background still had the ending tune of Mi Gente. He had this mischievous smirk playing on his lips.
The music died as everyone shrieked at the top of their heads. Before he could cover even half the distance to wherever he was headed, he got engulfed in a crowd of girls and even guys. Poor guy, so much for that swag. Now, it would need a miracle to get out of there. Shaking my head, I turned and moved to stand by the stairs, casting one last glance at the singer's situation. All I could see was heads containing long hair, just as I suspected, he wasn't getting out of there so easily. Perhaps I would be hearing him screaming for help anytime soon.
As if being called, a group of guards rolled in and distanced the crowd from him. He didn't look half as fluttered as he should have been. He looked up to meet my gaze like I had just called for him. I gave him a confused look thinking he would just look away, instead he winked at me or maybe someone around me before making his way towards the elevator. I just stood there, my head buffering at what just happened.
Okay, that was definitely in my head.
Shaking my head at the fantasy that had been fabricating in my head about the stranger or the so-called attention that I was imagining to be receiving from him, I started to climb the stairs.
People don't do that Rynah, especially guys like him don't take interest in anyone like me.
By the time I reached the top, I was cursing myself and the damn heels. Walking in them was one thing but climbing the stairs was another. I paused at the entrance and took a deep breath, letting my aching legs relax. At least, I made it before Prerna did, right?
Quickly inquiring around if everything was fine and checking the three-tier red velvet cake, I sent an 'okay' message to Mayank who had been waiting downstairs with Prerna and other guests.
The last thing I expected was my heel to snap while I turned to leave. It was so sudden that it took me a second to realize what had happened. I was on the ground with an aching ass and twisted ankle...
Ouch...
For Mayank's fortune, I didn't take the cake down with me but that didn't mean that I didn't cause any damage at all...
In the hustle of the fall, reflexively I tried to grab onto the nearest thing, which happened to be a tablecloth containing the pyramid of wine glasses stacked above it. The glasses had trembled and fell. Half of them fell into the small fountain beside it. The other sparkled like stars after breaking on the ground.
Everyone stopped to stare at me like a statue. As if a game of freeze is going on. And I felt the time stop as cold sweat broke over my forehead. What was I going to do? The anxiety was yet to set in and I guess I was waiting for that to happen.
"Manager!" called a silky voice from behind me grabbing everyone's attention. I looked over my shoulder to find the guy who sang earlier, sitting there with an amused look. He sure was enjoying my misery. The manager rushed to him as if he was a butler being called, "yes, sir?"
"Get another set of glasses stacked quick. And..." the performer paused to direct a smirk in my direction, "send the damage bill to me."
WHAT?
Did I hear that right or were my ears ringing? Why did he take the bill of the damage caused by me?
As if reading my mind, he started in my direction just to stop before me. I was still on the ground and mulling over all the things that were happening to me today. I mean seriously, was today supposed to be a crazy dream?
From this angle, I had a better view of his chiseled face. His dark hair with highlights was windswept styled and his stubble was just a five o’clock shadow. Mirth sparkled in his bright brown eyes like that of a kindergartner before disappearing into the innocent look, making me think that I had imagined it. The side of his lips tilted upwards in a tiny of smirk, making him look not so kindergartner.
He extended his hand offering me help. And I took it without thinking, still completely flabbergasted. His tall structure slightly intimidated me. This close to a handsome man had rendered my mind blank.
"You okay?" He asked politely. I nodded timidly mumbling a 'fine'. There was something about this guy I couldn’t put a finger on. Something about his aura which screamed don't mess with me and at the same time made him look approachable.
He helped me to sit on a nearby chair while the waiters rushed to complete his given order.
