Mumbles and chattering's filled the grand hall of the old ancestral manor. Ladies with their lavishing jewels and gowns. Gentlemen's holding their ladies with pride and a generous amount of luxurious foods placed on a long table.
Noir Savidra's right hand holding Pantaleon Savidra's left hand, her eyes roamed around the grand hall, head held high. One of Frida Savidra's lecture is always head held high. "Because You're a Savidra, " she said. Savidra's never bowed their heads, she always remind me.
" Last month, they took out the flowers and shipped it." My ears caught by the man's statement.
" with local boat's " he added, whispered into my grandfather's ears, and then diverted his gaze towards me. Still holding my grandfather's hand. Pantaleon Savidra, my grandfather, looked down at me, smiled, and called one of our helpers.
He let go of my hand and ordered the helper to watch over me and not remove me out of her sight. I kissed his cheeks and looked at the guy whom his talking to before I turned around.
It is my grandparent's 40th wedding anniversary held in the 18th-century ancestral manor of the Savidra clan, filled with people who belong in the elite society.
I walk out of the manor towards the garden, as I do not want to mingle with other children. But my eyes widen with disbelief at the scene in front of me. A young lady almost stripped out of her velvet gown mouth to mouth with a young gentlemen, eating each other's face.
" ugh!!" I uttered in disgust. My innocent lovely eyes and my perfect brain are stained. Our house help is quick to cover my eyes before I could see their reactions. But her hand is no use anymore. I already saw the image that is unfit for a child.
I quickly remove the helper's hand that's covering me, giving a disgust look at the two figures five steps away from us, having a flush look from the embarrassment. If one of the elders caught their scandalous act, they could have been punished, as it is inappropriate to do such a thing in an open area.
" My apologies to you, young Savidra, for you should not have encountered such a scene." the young gentlemen uttered with shock and a little bit of annoyance visible in his winter grey eyes.
Is he seriously annoyed that I interrupted their little devilish actions?. " This is a very respected place for my ancestors and you dare to stain it with your dirtiness? "
" Your actions are VERY unacceptable and VERY disgusting as well" I added, emphasizing every 'very' that I could utter. I am angry and disrespected, to be honest. I looked at the young gentlemen, if he is still worth being called one, straight into his grey eyes.
I know him, he's Aspero Silvostre, second son of Adeline and Franco Silvostre. He's friends with my older cousins, every summer he visits my grandparent's house as me and my cousins stay there for vacation every year, but we never really got to talk to each other. It's not just because of our different group of friends and the age difference but also because I don't like the uneasiness and dark feeling he gives me.
I don't wanna be near his presence, I don't like seeing him, I don't like smelling his scent whenever he's around, I don't want him going into my grandparent's house, I don't like everything that he does in there, flirting with our young helpers, bringing some ladies in, treating our place as if it's some kind of brothel house and the ladies just letting him do whatever he pleases. Well, he's handsome alright, but not enough for me to like him.