Desiree couldn't depart her gaze from his beautiful eyes, those dark brown eyes, his eyelashes were long and thin and while his eyes' shape seemed drawn by an artist, just as beautiful as gloomy and unpenetrable like the deepest sea water. Too dangerous to dive in but also too beautiful not to be able to stop staring at. His gaze was so deep that she felt vulnerable as if he could penetrate through her and read as much attracted she was to him. His hair was messy yet perfect just that way, giving his diamond shape and his sharp jawline a perfect match. There was no man on Earth as handsome as him. Was he even real? He could conquer any woman in the entire world, so handsome to take Desiree's words away within her breath. She was still staring at him as if she saw a ghost, the ghost of her past, of a love story that had never started. But can something which never started, end at all?
"Desiree? She had lost her voice!" Her mother scoffed and rolled her eyes, "I don't know what's wrong with her today. She had been anxious the entire time!"
her mother's voice woke Desiree up from her momentary detachment and she finally shook his hand, "n-nice to meet you." she forced a fake smile. Behind her smile, she undercovered all the disappointment and anger she had in his regard for not remembering her.
A girl appeared behind his shoulders and laid her hands on his back folding his neck in a warm hug. That's when her heart broke and she felt the crack caused by the breakage. She wished she was the one who could hug him like that.
"oh, there she's. His girlfriend, Nicole." Damian continued with the introducing
"She's not..." Riven tried to intervene.
It was too late anyway, Desiree's face already changed into a sad expression, anger followed, and the emotions mixed together in a drastic combination. She frowned and glowered at Riven who just limited himself to shake his head.
The anger fired up even more, as a flame ready to burn her up alive. She couldn't stop it from growing and growing until it was too much to handle or to suffocate.
She folded her twists and spat out, "I cannot believe it! Seriously??" she screamed to Riven who just frowned confused. The puzzlement was shared by all the four of them.
She disappeared and ran to the bathroom.
Deep down, inside her, she hoped he would follow her to give her the explanation she needed, she waited even for him, hopeless.
But he never came, what was she even thinking? Someone like him never apologizes nor explains himself.
She exited the bathroom as soon as she reminded herself who he was and who she was. They couldn't combine, they were like the sun and the moon, two opposites.
Riven and Damian shared a confused gaze while River's alleged girlfriend just shook her head and continued sipping from the glass as if the true reason why she was there was the alcohol, not the event.
"I'll get her a drink or something to alleviate the tension she seems a bit nervous," commented Damian.
He headed to the table which was next to them and took a margarita.
"Margarita?" River raised his left eyebrow disapproving of his choice.
"why not? it's light.." he shrugged, he never met his fiancee's sister before so how could he know she liking in alcohol?
"Sangria is everyone's go-to in ceremonies and who doesn't like sangria?"
"get her a sangria, instead." Riven insisted.
"sangria?"
River pointed at the bowl of wine positioned on the right corner of the table, aside from all the other drinks it was almost unnoticeable. the bow was filled with soaked fruit. a huge spoon inside and just a few glasses set by. It almost seemed to be put there by mistake.
"Are you sure?" he curled up his noise perplexed but River nodded as if he was so sure he could bet his whole house on that.
"Yes, trust me." A slight smile curved his lips.
Meantime the poor Desiree was still in the bathroom cursing herself for being so pathetic and too silly to think they would even stand a second chance together. because she knew that was what she was deeply hoping for.
She overstressed the entire day, made sure the dress was good enough and did her makeup the entire morning, for what? Just to see his new girlfriend?
Desiree stared at her from afar, she was just perfect, how could she even compete with her? She had blonde hair and big emerald eyes, a tall thin body structure, and a majestic appearance. She seemed the girl who could easily model for a big magazine and marry a rich billionaire.
So those were the girls he liked? The opposite of her?
Probably yes, she walked out, mentally cursing herself for even thinking he would remember her. She wondered how many others he had to forget about her. So naive she was, to think someone like her would stand a chance with him when he was way too much for her. He didn't only forget about her, he also didn't even care a bare minimum he may have hurt her feelings when she ran to the bathroom.
Her mother reached her when she peeked at her figure existing the bathroom and fixed the folds of her corset.
"Are you insane? What happened to you? Today you're odder than usual, huh?"
"Stand right," she whispered when she noticed the groom was reaching them as well.
"Desiree, are you alright?" he asked, probably more concerned than how much her mother had ever been in her entire life.
"yes I'm, I just felt a bit nauseous and ran to the bathroom."
"I see, and do you feel better now?"
"kinda yes,"
"Good, because I got you a drink, it's..."
"no way! Sangria?! it's her favorite drink! She bothered the poor bartender so much by adding Sangria to the drinks table haha! I cannot believe someone beside you knows Sangria!" Her mother shook her head between the giggles.
Desiree took the drink smiling, somehow that odd coincidence cheered her up a bit.
"It was my brother who suggested I taking you this drink, I'm glad I trusted his guess."
Did he remember?
He was at the opposite side of the room, next to his annoying girlfriend who was chatting with a slim showy girl.
At that instant, he moved his gaze to the left and their eyes met. A flaming sparkle gave her aching heart a thrill.
He didn't look away, not this time, his eyes burned into hers for fractions of seconds that tasted like hours. His eyes into hers until he lifted his glass to her as if he wanted to make an invisible toast.
He was drinking sangria as well.
Was that a sign that he remembered?
A coincidence?
His way to apologize for being a dick?
Are all those options together or nothing at all?