He looked in the direction of the person who grabbed his hand, knowing he hated to be touched by strangers.
It seems as though the person accidentally tripped on something and almost fell, as they grabbed for support and his hand was what they held.
Hearing the person saying "Sorry, sorry," repeatedly.
Brent nodded indicating it was okay, he also expected the person to release their hold on his hand so he ignored her altogether.
She was very beautiful, but he was so engrossed with the beauty that surrounded him, and besides the inner fire that was still surging from deep within occupied his mind.
After a minute Brent glimpsed at the young lady who was still holding onto his hand. He saw an unreadable expression, and then she seemed angry with him wondering 'why.' He questioned himself as he looked a little closely.
It was only then he recognized the similarities are so much like Johanna's, 'if I wasn't dating Johanns for more than six months I would have definitely mixed up the both of them and thought it was Johanna.
Considering that for a split second, 'And why was she angry with me? when I should be the one angry with her. Oh Lord, what are her intentions and motives? Did she want to get closer to me, so why the anger?'
Brent thought for a moment and his mind went on a rampage as many question marks popped up and invaded his mind.
'Did she grab my hand intentionally hoping to strike up a conversation, did she have some ulterior motives or intention on her mind?'Thinking about it now, everywhere he goes the same thing happens.
Gently removing her hand from his, he ignores her, takes out his handkerchief and wipes his hand. He continues to admire the new paint job Johanna did on the inside of the house.
Suddenly he heard her clearly clear her throat, but he didn't pay much attention to her, he knew she was still gloating over him but he ignored her.
He focused on the colour more closely as the light brought the colour to life bringing out its true glory,
At first, I thought it was cream, but with the light shining on the paint now, it looks more like a delicate pink because every time the light blinked it looked sort of lilac.
The decorators were working hard to make the place ready for the next day,
The huge chandeliers that were dazzling caused the entire dining and hall area to light up magnificently, enhancing the decoration in the room. The ambience was super magnificent, causing the entire house to glitter in multi-colours, like a dance hall
Suddenly out of nowhere, he heard her voice and turned around to look up the stairs knowing she was in the room but then her voice was behind him.
"What the hell are you doing in my house, Brent?" Johanna shouted at him stepping in front of him as he turned around almost falling into her arms.
Brent was stunned thinking as he looked at her dumbfounded, 'Is there another step for her to descend the stairs?
He grabs the stair rail to support his balance and composure or he would have fallen flat on his back.
If she didn't come down this way I don't think there's another way. Also, why isn't there any bandage under her chin?'