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I put on the pastel pink satin, slightly off shoulder, dress that is already set on my large king-sized bed when I walk out of the bathroom. The shoulder of the dress down to the waist is covered with different shades of flower petals and pearls. The dress trails down, it ends with tulle pleats; in addition to that, its long puffy sleeves give it enough modesty. Just the right amount to allow my inner consciousness to be entirely comfortable wearing it. This dress was made just for me. Moreover, it's breathtakingly beautiful, adding the way it caressed my waist up. Taking the magical dress off, not to crease it before the right moment, I observe myself in the mirror when a knock come from behind the door.
A lady comes into my room, announcing she is here for my makeup and hair. Once she is done with me, she insists I put on the gown first before revealing the final look. I try to peep in the mirror, but the artist catches me red-handed. Giving up, I slip into the gorgeous gown and walk out, my curiosity getting me all restless. The moment my eyes fall on the woman on the mirror, my heart skips a beat and my breath is caught in my throat. I genuinely look beautiful, like royalty, like a being from another universe.
Hearing a new pair of shuffling steps, followed by a knock on the door, my throat lets go of my breath. My attention towards the door, feels like I'm living a thriller movie. Anyways, I wonder who or what or where I am supposed to be going dressed up like this, I don't remember, all I know is that knock is for me. It's a hunch.
Walks in a handsome young man in a white tuxedo wearing a pink pastel tie, he suddenly stops at the door as our eyes met. He looks me from down up, lust clearly visible in his hungry eyes and anyone could tell he had just fallen off of his feet. A smirk makes its way up my face.
"You'll burn a hole through my dress with that stare," I dare him to flirt with me.
"And you'll burn the ballroom, looking like that," wait, that voice – it's Quillion, I'm not sure but that voice... it has to be him.
"Master Quillion, you have good taste," says the man behind him in a black suit. Stiff from head to toe, he made a little uncomfortable at first.
"Lady Anah. Stunning as always," he bowed his head to announce his presence and to show respect.
"Jonathan, why don't you show the ladies the way out. Again, thank you for your work," the man in the black suit, I presume is Jonathan, motions the hairdresser and makeup artists to follow him out. Jonathan closes the door behind him before sharing a wink with Quillion and a nod to let his departure be known.
"Well?" I expectantly look at this dashing version of Quillion standing in front of me; an evil smirk makes it way up his face giving me goose-bumps. His hungry eyes stuck at my lips, then down my waist; if I didn't know him I swear I would have been scared this very moment because He was like a wolf – no, more like the king of wolves, the Alpha, ready to pounce on his prize and from judging from Jonathan's behaviour, I am guessing I am his Luna – the queen wolf.
'What an imagination, Anah. You need to stop reading those supernatural books,' I mind-slap myself.
"Well," one step, the fire behind his eyes growing right before my eyes.
"Well" step two, honestly, I like the effect I have on him. The possessiveness his eyes are reflecting turns me on.
"Well," Quillion now a palm length away from me, I feel his breathe this time.
"Mhm," my voice stuck in my throat, I watch his eyes as I feel his hands reach for mine, carrying it in his fingers like they were made of glass.
"Should we change plans and stay-in instead?" Quillion naughtily whispers into my ears, his breath tickly my entire soul. When did he get this flirty.
"Why the change of mind?" purposely trying to play dumb, I ask with my puppy eyes before turning away from him. Before I could take a step away from him, his arms grab my waist and pull me into him.
"Because. I. Don't. Want. To share. My wife." With every word, he played his fingers up my fingers to my shoulder. Removing my hair from around my neck, leaning in, he leaves a soft peck on my collar bone. Slipping away from his hold, I look at him – Worried I might catch in his game.
Wait wife? This must be a dream...
"People are expecting us to show up, right?" I point out as a matter of fact. Quillion, with puppy eyes, pulls me into his chest giving me a fragile yet tight hug. He is warm and smells really good I have to say he cleans up well. I am happy and satiated with this moment - I don't want to let go of this gorgeous, kind-hearted young man who clearly loves me.
"I love you," the words I can't afford to tell him; the words that should never leave my mouth, ever. I look at him, his eyes are sparklingly like magic, they held the universe in them, and I am in the centre of it all. Reaching out my hand for his cheek, I tip toe high enough to give him a peck on his cheek.
"And I You," Quillion whispers back before leaning in.
*Ring* *ring* *ringg* *Ringg*
"ITS TIME TO WAKE UP! ITS TIME TO WAKE UP!"
Eyes awake! Swiftly sitting up! What the hell was that!
"O my god!"
'I didn't.. just have such a dream...' I can hear my heart beating loudly under my chest and my eyes still recalling every detail of what had just happened. Rushing towards my bathroom, I turn on the cold tap of the sink and splash some freezing water onto my face.
"Snap out of it, Anah! You have more important things to do," quickly calming down, changing into my clothes for school, I rush towards the exit. Leaving behind a dream that for a second made me happy and made me hope for a better future.