This was not meant to be about love but the music was great jazz, I was bored, drunk enough and about wanting to run away again.
He was looking at me.
I felt he was looking at me, just this sensation you're being observed by someone. Normally I'll go and ask his name if I were in the mood which I was but as soon as I turned to the person I'm feeling observe by is nowhere to be found... Maybe I'm too drunk. It's a pity because I wanted to be with someone tonight, not deep talk but sex actually.
- My dear, doesn't look stunning?- I turned my gaze to my husband, he's looking at me know waiting for an answer.
- Yes, delightful- As we walk by every wall there are more and more paintings everywhere, just the thought that I'll be walking all the night staring at a wall with paints that I don't understand hurts my knees.
- No wonder you liked it. This one in specific was painted by an unknown author, some say is really young and prefer not to say his name to be mysterious, other says that died before finished his work and as it was never signed, and It wasn't famous enough nobody cared about preserving his work but a rich man buy it on the streets of Merlin ages ago and at some point it ended up here.- He keeps talking but I can't be more interested in a black paint, cover in what it looks like colors thrown by a little kid.
I scan the place in search of a distraction of my misery. Mr. Harrinson is placing his hand in a young waitress, a thing that doesn't make her comfortable I suppose by the look in her face, she is looking everywhere in shame or maybe in a need of help. She crossed with my eyes, we stay like this for what it feels like years while my so-called husband keeps talking with a wall and Mr. Harrinson leans to her to say something on her ear with her hand in his back still. When she finally move her lips to say something
ILL, she says?
-Don't you think Rebecca?... Rebecca?- Said moving my arm to face him which I do. His eyes were dark blue.
-Mr. Harrinson is not being a good companion, don't you think?- I say as I turn to my right again but he was long gone and the girl as well.
- Mr. Harrison? Where's him?- As always this man was more absent in his world and mind than anyone else, not like he would do anything to help her anyway, not that I did either, a thing that makes me feel more horrible human than I thought I was.
- Nothing. Just...- I look at him again- Le'ts keep walking- Faking an smile was harder than an orgasm, both things that men fail to notice, like reading my mind to show me that I'm right he return a smile and we keep walking in the mass of old people talking with one another about others business, I don't judge as I do the same to them. Others I see try to understand or believe they understand all those paintings.
I keep the facade as we walk, share comments and greetings with other people and fake smiles, never forget to smile told my mother, that shows the beauty inside you. I didn't know what beauty she refers to as inside me I have any, but it sounds elegant, a thing that she lives to be even if It means selling her beautiful daughter with an as well elegant, boring, old and the richer man in London.
Thinking about my mother open wounds that even for me It hurts to remember so I look around for a waitress to take a glass of champagne and there she is, the girl just 10 feet away.
-I'll go for something to drink- I say walking away before he asks me more questions for leaving an intriguing conversation about the decoration with Mr. and Mss Claing. As I'm close enough to grab the drink and start asking some questions as she is still standing still in the middle of the place, the drink is being taken far away from me by a man, they take everything, even my drink I see. The man is walking with my champagne in his hand. In normal occasions, I'll let it pass and just search for another one but I felt enough being taken from me that night.
I approached as fast as I can. - Excuse me Sir, but that's my drink.- He stops and turns his back to face me, I know he was the one looking at me not long ago because he's gaze know have that effect on you when someone is seeing you naked, I hold my breath because he was hot for my disgrace. Even worst he's smiling now with those perfect teeth that are really distracting, If I didn't have the time trying to show my fearless look, I'll try to take a glance at my reflection in them.
-Sorry, but I took it first.- That comment is enough to make me stand in a better position with disbelief. All the handsome you want but an asshole can't be cover by a smoking and dark beautiful hair.
I rolled my eyes.- I thought English men were all about chivalrous and woman first.
- Thank God, I'm not English then.- Say so in what I believe sounds like an English accent, so I look at him confused.- I believe in we're all the same, so as I took the drink first my lady, I don't see the problem.-
His argument lets me without nothing to say but feeling like I lose something, even though I don't know what exactly.
-Is everything in order?- I feel the presence of my husband while I'm still looking at this not English man with English accent that believes in equality, so I wonder what is doing here. When I turn my gaze to my husband I feel disappointed for everything that he can't be and can't make me feel.
-Of course.- I believe I said so even when I can't hear my voice, my mind distracted by my feelings. For an instant, they're looking at each other now like waiting for something to happen, so I guess they're waiting to be presented by no one but me, the person who knows then the least in all this room, ironic if you ask me.
-Love, this is...- I don't know how to continue so I look at the stranger for help.
-Ethan.- A French name has to be. They're shaking hands know like they're really glad to meet.
-Is a pleasure, I'm her Husband, Matteo.
- The pleasure is mine- I see Ethan waiting for the reaction of seeing a girl in her 20's married with a men in his 60 but if he's thinking the same as everyone else Is not shown in his face. I guess his good at faking as well.
-Are you new here in town? I've never seen you before- Far as I understand my husband just know the name of two or three cats in this city, even though he goes to a lot of meetings remembering people is not one of his faculty.
-Yes, actually. I don't stay in one place for long but I decided to open my first gallery and why not in London as it's a magical city.
-Oh, sure I can compel to you, this city is a magical place. You should come over to our house one day, It has one of the more beautiful views of the city.
-I'll be glad, honestly.
I felt ignored as never as they act in such a civil way.- Well, I think we should go- Too tired to still be here, the scenario was getting uncomfortable to be in as minutes ago I was fantasizing about this, not English man.
-Of course, my dear.- I hate that word so much.- See you next time Mr. Ethan.- He just smiles back as a response.
I take my husband hand as we walk to the exit, not without looking back to see him staring at me with a side smile on his face. Even knowing It was dangerous I smiled back.
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It wasn't in my plans to write this, knowing it may be boring I don't know if I should continue either. But if one single soul read this till the end even if it wasn't good enough: Thank you, really kind of you.
