Oh, the world is vast and enigmatic!
Millions of people compete for power, fame and beauty. Some gave up along the way while others outlived their lives without gaining at least one but quite a lucky few just had it since the day they were born like Caress Aragon residing in the City of Gold. Rumors spread fast that in one's eyes, she gleams! Undying tattles said deities, fairies and the Almighty blessed her with the divine light.
If by chance, locals are asked, "How true is this preposterous hearsay?"
"Truer than true!" young lads would exclaim in confidence.
"You shall know when you see her in person." other townsmen urged.
"I'm not sure but she isn't called goddess for no reason, right?" many might answer.
These restless chitter chatters hyped the Annual Charity Gala, the most awaited event of the year. It is the greatest fundraising in the country attended by the most influential and wealthiest of families in the state. One of its traditions is selecting the belle of the ball who formally hands the cheque of total donation to the chosen recipients. This year, the rumored goddess, Caress Aragon, was picked or rather begged to play the part.
Outside Grande Hotel's lobby, luxurious cars of all kinds lined up. Reporters clustered beyond the red-carpet poles. They are only allowed to take pictures. Anyone who dares to ask questions will be escorted out.
The black Rolls Royce pulled in. Every pair of prying eyes dilated upon instant recognition. It was owned by Aragons!
For the first time that night despite receiving a lot of VVIP guests earlier, the hand of the hotel valet trembled simply for opening the car door. Care, then, came out in a white mermaid dress that perfectly hugged her hourglass body. The black veil wrapped around her head hindered people from witnessing her beauty and still they watched in awe as she sashayed her way posing the elegance of a queen.
"She arrived! She's here!" an attendant cried, echoing to the entire reception halls.
Guests ceased their talking. Quickly, the reception was enveloped by nerve wracking silence. Young men, in particular, felt their hearts race in anticipation.
Why, indeed?
The dearest lady they await is impossible to capture in photographs. LITERALLY. Her face in the photos is obscured by light because of unknown reasons which started the rumors of her being a deity. Moreover, Aragons are a private kind of people and became much more privy when Care was born. She is rarely seen strolling in public places because whenever she goes to boutiques, salons, restaurants and etcetera: those establishments are rented exclusively for the time being so other customers vacate the area. Thus, the reason why the masses took immense interest.
Every thud of her heels echoed causing people to pin their eyes on where she was expected to enter. The lighting dimmed and the spotlight solely shined on the entrance. Seconds elapsed painfully slow adding to the tension until...
"I present to you the Belle of the Ball, Lady Caress from the kin of Aragon. " the mistress of the ceremony announced along with the opening of enormous double doors.