Madeline had a smile on her face as she watched Olivia's figure vanish once she walked through the exit. She turned her eyes to focus on Reginald and all of a sudden, she lost her sense of reasoning.
In a slow manner, she bit her lips. Her heart had started to thump irregularly because this was the first time she was this close to him, and he was staring at her. In the eyes!
Reginald Hayes had elegant, arched, dark brows that framed his handsome face. His dark, smoldering eyes looked so sensous it felt as though he was staring at her soul. Her knees suddenly went weak as her breath hitched while studying his features.
Her gaze went to his sharp nose that was raised to the air. Below his nose was his thin, pink lips. It made her imagine the feeling of his lips on hers if she ever had the chance to taste them.
She felt the pit of her stomach dip as she imagined all sorts of intimacy with the man of her dreams. Too bad he had to marry the Princess. Too bad he didn't even look her direction once.
Madeline wanted to smile at her idiotcy. She was supposed to cause a rift between Princess Olivia and Reginald, but she was here, looking at him like a mesmerized worshipper.
She could feel his muscular arm tighten around her curvy body and felt her blood rushing in reverse. A feeling of poolness gathered in between her legs. He made her lust for him, even when he never did a thing inappropriate! That was to show how weak she was toward him.
"What on earth do you think you're doing?" His dark voice broke her out of her daydreams. It was like the sudden shatter of glassware that brought her back to reality.
He leaned so close to her face, almost dipping her on the process. To the other guests who were dancing, and enjoying themselves, they seemed sweet together.
They could only have empathy for Madeline because she looked so good with Reginald. That was what they thought. They also thought the Princess looked good with him. But their views about her made them erase such thoughts immediately.
"What does it seem like I'm doing?" Her voice sounded strained due to the posture they were in. Her veins bulged faintly on her small forehead, while her forest-green eyes gleamed with delight.
"You know well that I stopped you from being here, days ago. Why making a scene?" He spoke in a haunting-like low voice. Reginald helped her stand upright and they started to sway left and right. In rhythm to the slow ballad played by the orchestral.
"I guess my determination in getting you is getting paid. I will go any lengths –" Madeline was interrupted by their pause. She maintained his gaze and swallowed in.
"Stop." There was a loud bell ringing so hard in her head. But she was past caring if this would lead to her tragic end. Madeline shrugged in nonchalance while a subtle smile appeared on her face.
"And if I don't?" She raised a brow, as if challenging him.
"Don't blame me when I become who you don't know." He sounded detached. Reginald's large hands fell from her waist and he took a step past her.
She felt a cold air brush against her frame as she stared at the same spot that was now empty. Her heart was still banging hard while a gnawing pain was evident with each thumping. At that moment, she did not want to agree that it was impossible to get Reginald to herself.
She was going to do all it took, to make sure he was hers.
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The guests started to leave the Hayes' mansion once it started getting late. They streamed out, all discussing about the Princess's attitude toward the after-wedding party.
Most of them shook their heads in disapproval because she had broken the usual norm of leaving the hall with her groom. She was supposed to retire along with her groom, in order to begin their honeymoon ritual, but she left without saying a word.
They saw her attitude as irrational and uncultured. This news was going to spread all over the kingdom, and it might be for weeks before it dissipated. They never left any opportunity to throw mud and question the Princess' personality.
Madeline had waited thinking Reginald might return back to the hall, but after an hour, he never came. She feared that he was looking for the Princess, but recalling the way the Princess never said anything but got riled up made her relieved.
The party had ended and she wanted to beg the Hayes if she could spend a night there. But she had to leave if she never wanted to soil her name. So she left along with Adele. She was going to spend the night in the castle, discussing with her cousin how her night felt blissful.
She was also worried about Reginald's warning, and wanted to tell her cousin. But instead of saying it, she decided to keep it to herself. That way, she would know how to angle her plan so well, that would render Reginald stuck in a corner.
She left the Hayes' mansion in silence, while Adele kept babbling about Olivia's reaction.
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She stood by the balcony, feeling the night wind kissing her frame. She had gotten rid of those accessories on her head and placed them on the ceramic railing.
Her hair was now falling down her shoulders, just the way she liked it. Her hair fluttered in the wind making her look so surrealish. Anyone who spotted her downstairs would think she was a goddess overlooking the whole Kingdom with her gray eyes.
The full moon had risen, casting its silvery rays on her figure. Its rays embraced the ceramic railing, and the shadow it brought made one feel comfortable.
Her red gown glimmered in the moonlight, making her pale skin glow. She looked the opposite of a moon goddess – not a sun goddess if that's what is on your mind.
Her beauty was so tasking to explain, that even if anyone tried to, they would not find the right words to put together.
She stood there, doing nothing while the breeze kept making her feel sleepy.
She was oblivious of the presence some meters away from her. The tall shadow stood not moving an inch.
He couldn't explain why, someone who was with so much beauty, could feel this bitter. What he was also confused about was why no matter how he stared and got used to her look, he never stopped staring.
Reginald was afraid of this strange feeling of unable to control himself when he saw her. If this continued, he might lose himself completely.
He wanted to head back inside, knowing well the Princess would not even look happy seeing him. But the moment he wanted to take a step back, she was staring at him.
Her expression was blank but her eyes said everything all.
Her sadness.
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