Cue lights, luxury cars, designer clothes, and attractive people. Servants and elegance, the night was far from young, Charity had a wonderful day but she was also exhausted beyond belief. After she was done in the salon she had to go for make-up and hairstyling, which took hours, and when she was finally in that dress she barely recognized herself. She still had not seen or heard from, Mr. Moretti, since he left her in the morning and she wanted nothing but sleep but when she remembered the worth of everything she had on her she kept her eyes open.
As she pulled in with Remy driving she could already imagine what kind of party it was going to be, and her stomach began to churn in anticipation. "Miss Sweeney?"
Charity looked up at Remy, who stood with the door open, waiting for her to alight the car but Charity did not want to if that was putting it lightly. "I really should not go in there Remy, look at all these people, I do not belong here," she said to him and this heartless man rolled his eyes and sighed.
"No you don't remember that you have a debt miss Sweeney" Remy stated bluntyll and Charrity nodded, taking his hands she alighted the car "remember you look just as exquisite as anyone here, they would never know you don't belong of you don't show them. Now straighten your back and push your noise into the air for tonight you own the world."
Charity drew in a deep breath, reciting Remy's words over and over in her head she took the forts step, she had no idea what she was doing but she just kept walking. She recognized so many people, heirs and heiresses, celebrities, social media influencers but at this point, she couldn't spare them a single glance. She kept her head high and straight, walking with the elegance that her new shoes provided for her, and she wasn't wearing that red hair anymore so that was good.
Exquisite, glamourous, and absolutely divine were the words that came to mind when she walked in, it was definitely a VIP party but it had been pushed even further. There was a glass statue that flowed with champagne? And the way the light bounced off the piece of art seemed surreal, what kind of glass is that? Placing her hands on the railing softly she descended the stairs and when she looked down there he was, Mr. Moretti, waiting for her right at the bottom of the stairs.
Absalom had sighted the moment she walked into the ballroom, to be honest, he was looking for her signature red but her pointed nose, plump lips, and bright eyes caught his attention this time. "beautiful" he muttered to himself and when she began to descend the stair looking and acting as elegant as royalty he felt utterly impressed. Who would have taught this was the woman that was the person in worn-out pajamas running for her life earlier today? He walked forward, his steps wide but calculated, brushing off all the greetings and all the compliments he was paid and kept heading in one direction, her.
Then finally, she locked eyes with him, at the top of the stairs she smiled at him and without realizing it he smiled back. "Hi"
"You changed your hair?"
She looked up as if she would be able to see the hair as it was pulled up into a simple bun on her head, "I just dyed it a little, I think it looks okay" she said biting her lip and letting it go the moment she remembered she had lipstick on.
Reaching over to her, he wiped the side of her lips with his thumb "as long as you like it."
"I do" she affirmed and he nodded, "this is one hell of a date, I didn't expect it to be this intense."
"Oh yeah? It is a lot of money I wanted to make my money's worth" Absalom replied, taking her hand he walked her into the room with her hand tucked under his elbow. "Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?" He leaned down to whisper in her ear and she smiled.
"You don't have to, I am already aware," she said, "you hired one hell of a stylist."
"Oh? Allison said I had you to thank for how exquisite you look tonight" he said, walking her to the edge of the dance floor, "may I have this dance?"
Charity stiffened and had looked around the room, "I don't know how to dance."
With a tilt to his head, his left brow rose and he grinned mischievously, "that can't be right. You have a dancers body."
Charity's lips parted, "it is how you and your driver continue to assume things about my body" she almost huffed. But that wouldn't happen because to huff one needed to let out air and this time she was not even breathing. His body was so close to hers an instant and even in these heels he still towered over her, enveloping her senses in nothing but him, his scent, his presence. In the midst of this magnificent room full of people who held the power in this world, he allowed her no room to pay to anyone in the room. Which is why she didn't notice any of the stares she was getting both malicious and curious.
"Yet I am right" he whispered in her ear and Charity felt it all the way in her stomach, "so tell me little red, are you simply playing hard to get, or are you just shy?"