I was in for yet another boring night. I can't believe my parents are dragging me to another party at the country club. I simply despise going to these soirees. Who wants to spend hours on end talking about medical this and legal that? I would much rather like to take a nice bubble bath and read Weathering Heights for the thousandth time. But my father was the most important man in the city (A/N I had no idea what to put so use your imagination), and it was my duty as his daughter to attend parties like this one.
The only good thing that came out of going to social gatherings, such as the one I was going to tonight, is that I get a new dress to wear to the event. I didn't like to go shopping, but I loved dresses. So I always picked the best one I could find.
Tonight I was wearing a strapless, emerald green dress that went very well with my brown hair and eyes. The corset had black lace with a floral design, and the skirt was bunched up on one side and flowed elegantly to the floor. With it I was wearing my favorite black high heels, diamond earrings, and a simple diamond pendant. As for my make up, my eye shadow was slightly lighter than my dress and sparkly, my cheeks were a nice pink, and my lips were ruby red. My hair was in a complicated up do with a few loose curls hanging around my face.
During the car ride I stared blankly out the window. I knew the routine of the parties. First, everyone would go to the reception area and stand around casually and talk. Next, when dinner was ready we would head down to the dining room and eat. After that, we would go to the ballroom and everyone would dance.
That was my favorite part of the night, besides leaving, but all the boys that asked me to dance were only interested in doing anything but dancing, especially Jacob. He was just so freaking persistent! He just ignored me when I told him to bug off, and it didn't help that my dad and his dad were best buds. Other than him, the other guys would leave me alone if I gave them an excuse when they tried to lure me to the hallway. My personal favorite was the need to use the bathroom due to "girl problems". As soon as I would say that, they would take their hands from my waist and take a step back. And man, the look on their faces when I said that was priceless. It would take all I had not to start cracking up. Sometimes their reactions were so funny I would start shaking with silent laughter, and they would stare at me like I was crazy, which only made it worse.
Anyway, after the dancing everyone would go home to bed, partly because most of them were drunk and couldn't stand straight. The other reason people went home is that these parties could sometimes go on into the wee hour of the morning.
Well, we have arrived, and as we were getting out of the car I overheard my father saying something about a new lawyer and his family. This was their welcoming party we were going to. Apparently, this man was a very good doctor, and out of the kindness of his heart adopted a boy about my age. He also said they were extremely beautiful. I would have to see these men for myself.
We walked in and hung our coats. My mother and I went to stand with a group of her friends. I never really participated in their conversations. If they talked to me I would give a short answer and return to daydreaming. But tonight I was looking for the men my father was talking about. I wondered if the boy the man had adopted was as much of a gentleman as the boys who asked me to dance.
I was looking at a group of men trying to see into the middle of them, when some of the women in the room gasped. I turned around to see what had caused this and I nearly choked on the water I was sipping at.
Ok, when my dad said "extremely beautiful" I had no idea they would be THAT beautiful. No, beautiful wasn't the word, not even close. Saying they were beautiful was a huge understatement. No, it was more than that. It was a down right lie. It hurt just to look at them. Oh, and they weren't alone. Maybe I hadn't heard him right when he said it was just going to be the doctor and his son. They were accompanied by five other god like beings, three women and two men.
Of the women, the blonde was by far the most beautiful. She had on a tight fitting red dress with strappy high heels. Her hair was long and hung in delicate waves down to her waist. One brunette was short and pixie like. Her hair was short and stuck out in every direction. She wore a short pink dress with sparkles on the corset and skirt, and very high stiletto heels. The other brunette looked a little to be the doctor's age, which I assumed was his wife. She was wearing a long sapphire blues dress that was very frilly and feminine. She also wore clear flats that had little silver gems on them. Her hair was up in an updo similar to mine, but looked ten times better. As for the men, who were all looking dashing in designer tuxedos, one was very muscular and looked like he was on steroids. There were two blondes. They were both tall and lean but the one on the right was unmistakably the doctor. He just had and air about him that made you feel safe. Anyway, the other blonde was also tall and lean, and looked very intimidating. But the one that stood out the most was a boy with bronze-ish hair. He looked about as bored as I felt.
As I thought about it, none of them looked alike, except for their pale complexions, odd topaz eyes, and the almost bruise like circles under their eyes.
I hadn't noticed that everyone had looked away and I was the only one staring at them. Then, the boy with the strange bronze hair looked my way. At first I couldn't look away, but then I watched as puzzlement, concentration, confusion, and then anger flash across his face and I looked down embarrassed. I felt my face get hot and wondered if he'd looked away. I risked a peek through my lashes. He was staring intently at me with a frustrated expression on his face. I felt my face get even hotter. I told myself I wouldn't look at him for the rest of the night, but then I knew that I couldn't do it.
While I was thinking that, people started moving to the dining room, and I was mildly interested in where the beautiful newcomers were going to sit. And to my horror, there were sitting right across from my family. And what was even worse, was that the bronze haired boy was sitting directly in front of me. I could tell this was going to be interesting.
