The rusty old shovel till the thickness of the soil,the continuous raking disrupt the quietness of the night.
A wide hole bole into the ground, befitting the size of a human, not too deep. Using his hands covered in dirt the old butler shoved the body in, making a light sound. Covering the hole along with the body in it, just as how the murder was covered up, no words going beyond the doors of the mansion.
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Patiently waiting through the nights and day came the long arrival of the spring award. The entire hall was decorated with nothing but the fanciest embellishments, candle light tables holding the most exquisite champagne surrounded by silverware with a touch of gold on each table.
The red of the reddest carpet, rolled to the very center of the gala hall, shoes and heels of all sizes took their shape on it, as more men and women popped through the hall.
Behind a large distilled door, the media buzzed there, camera flashing the brightest light surpassing that of lighting inferior.
Cars from distinguishable caliber kept on popping into the driveway. The battle to steal the most spotlight was on.
Their glamorous attire reflected on their own back wallet, and inexpensive cost. A pinch of pride hung in their necks, as it was this one time of the year they could finally, for once, show their net weight.
The chandeliers that dangled from the ceiling provided little sparkles of light from one end of the room to the other, giving the room a feeling of being under a bright, starry night sky. Soft melody drifting from the corner is also unnoticeable as the eye- catching things were on the outfits of both the rich and that of influence.
Thirty minutes into the event..
The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the sky, making space for the events to unfold beneath it.
Both girls came in through the back entrance quiet and excluded from any unnecessary activities, apart from the security personnel, dressed in a black suit covered by shady glasses.
Carrying two baggie vegetable bags in one hand, loaded with spices, and on the other hand held Arya.
Dressed in matching uniforms, staff boldly written at the back, with their entrance passes on their necks.
Showing the pass to the men, their authoritative scanned the pass in not less than two seconds before giving them the go ahead to proceed into the building.
"You just have to forget the spices. The event will be starting soon and the starters are not ready. " Mr. Caris said, urgency in his movement and words taking the bags from her.
They both entered the massive kitchen which was twice the size of that of their restaurant. Warmth fishing out from the kitchen as the aircon was not able to surpass it. Accompanied by the whiff and the desirable sound of the frying and cooking of the dishes.
Taking hold of both a hair net and an apron, she put them on, doing the same to Arya, who indescribably felt a sense of how unuseful she was at that point in time.
Stuffing her brown curls of hair into the net, Erin looked down on her and said, "I will be done in an hour or two so while I am cooking if you need anything don't hesitate to say okay." taking her to the wooden chair at the side.
"Are you sure? Can't I do anything to help you guys out? There must be something I can do? " heaviness in the way she spoke.
In the kitchen, everyone had their own role to play, busy with their assigned duty, mainly while she just sat there like a lost puppy having no places in there, nor outside this world, an odd color not fitting in the rainbow.
Erin went on a squad on her knees, resting her palms on Arya's lap which was covered. "Arya, I won't say that you are of no use right now, but remember that in the word useless, there's a use in it, and that use will help me to put my heart at ease knowing that you're here."
If she continues to tell her that she was useful by sitting down here, then that would even make her more miserable than she already was.
Moreover, there was a more clear and brighter picture from where the girls were in the night gala that was fogging with luxury, people equating themselves among others.
Planted alongside with the fountain, Vincent picked up a very purple gripe for the white ceramic plate, popping it in his mouth, crushing it with his powerful jaw, from only where God's know he got it from in the middle of the party.
Under the perfect lighting, his well-shaped brows came together, dulled by the unending conversation he was forcefully drawn into by Rui.
His applicable height tower over her artificial length that was given to her by the heel shoe worn. Her facial expression loaded with maquillage, her breast pouring out of the lilac laced gown she wore, baby strange hair hiding her forehead.
The coy smile plastered on her painted lips, keeping on with the discussion which he did not register what brought them to the topic they were.
Picking another gripe to his mouth, holding it close to his lips, he asked, "Are you a virgin?" Going all the way to destroy the friendly chat, before putting it in his mouth, chewing it, not breaking eye contact with her.
Splash of red raised to the cheek of her face, totally embarrassed by the intimate question. This put her in an extremely awkward situation, thankful the question was carried with the music as no other person heard the words that he uttered.
His eyes regained their focus. He tilted his head to the side, waiting for her response, knowledgeable about what kind of effect it had on her. "So it's a no then."
Still tongue tied, she managed to get back her composure, but before she could say anything, he said want someone in a normal sense to never say that to a woman.
"How many have you fucked? " His magnetic voice ranged in her ears trying to 'irk' her.
She spun around to make sure no one had what he just said. She felt relief flood her face as the embarrassment dissipated and was replaced by vexation.
"H… How can you ask someone such a question, that's not considered as a gentleman act at all, enjoy the rest of the night Vincent." dropping the formality between, turning around, she left.
It would be a lie if she said the reason she agreed to Rui's request to accompany the handsome man was to make him fall for her womanly charms, to steal this one away and collectively start a relationship with him but now he was out of her league, this man was not in his right senses.
Rui, who saw the young lady walking out on Vincent with an angry look, excused himself for the discussion circle he was in. This man must always seem like the odd person around, every other person engaged with someone in a circle, but he just stood there like a block, eating gripes.
Moving to the other side where Vincent was, when someone accidentally bumped into him, hitting him by the shoulder. The man apologized almost immediately, as he continued walking, camouflaging into the fancy fair.