When we got there we were little late for the feasible, but not too late thank goodness.

Came and go in my view, Mother and Grandma-ma were chatting with an elderly man with a bright red face that remained me of a tomato. Um funny. I saw my cousins dancing with their boyfriends John and Dale (Who are brothers)

Also my baby sister Rosy. Who was hanging with her group of friends. I like her friends, so nice and well mannered. If I ever have children, I want them to behave like Rosy's friends.

I noticed that Michal staring at my sister, but she doesn't notices-she hardly does, if I accidentally pushed him.

Michal is the only person I let him call her by her little nickname I gave her when she was born. Rosamai was a mouth full when I was younger. But now I say her full first name when I'm upset with her. And as normal I call her Rosy

But he doesn't push it. What's the problem with that? I already like him. So why be nervous like a deer? Huh? Well I don't know, oh well.

When I was all alone suddenly someone cover my eyes and said "Guess who?" I pulled his hand away from mine eyes, turn to face Steven Kellen. He smirks at me. "Well it's about time you showed up!" he joked. I laughed at his cocky attitude.

"Sorry, the prep team had to make sure I was gorgeous." I explained.

He snorted. "Well too late for that… you're already gorgeous!" he laughs.

I rolled my eyes. "Like you're not, pretty boy." I poked on his chest like I would do as usually.

Suddenly there was a slow song.

"Come on, let's dance." He holds out his hand waiting for me to take it. So I did. He grabs my waist; I rap my arms around his beautifully shaped neck. Before we started dancing I hesitated to say. "You're making a mistake." I wandered him. But he just smirks.

"I think you're the one making the mistake." He says.

"Really? How's that?" I asked.

"Because you're chickening out."

"What?" I said in disbelief in a kidding way.

"You heard me."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever."

"I know you're not good at dancing…but look." He told me and I was dancing perfectly. I gave him a confused expression. He chuckles.

"See you're not bad at all."

"Sure I am." He twirled me swiftly then said.

"It's ashamed really… how Joey and Cle will be so stunned tonight, but you always look your best every day." He admitted.

"You're such a bad lair."

"No, I mean it."

When he told me that I've never noticed how golden his eyes were. I know it's random but they caught my attention like that. I always knew they were a light brownish color, but there were a golden scotch color where the light hit them.

"What?" Steven asked.

"Your eyes?" I muttered.

"What about them?"

"There golden." I answered.

"Yeah that happens when the light is just right. Nothing to worry about." he shrugs

I didn't respond because I wasn't convinced, but it could be true or not.

The dance ended we went over to my mother and grandma-ma. My mother saw Steven and had a welcoming smile on her face.

"Steven! So good to see you." She hugged him.

"Good to see you too, Lily." He smiled. " I see you look well." She nods.

I know this sounds weird but Steven, My mother and my father go way back when they were kids. I always ask myself why he looks so young- I mean shouldn't he look older. He looks to be twelve-six to me, but he's my father's age. How is that?

"I see you look as young as always." Said my grandma-ma in her rich voice.

"Thank you,"

My Grandma-ma smiled and nodded.

After a while my legs when numb because standing so much while Steven, My mother, and my Grandma-ma were talking.

I sighed impatiently. "I'll see you at home." I say without an answer.

While I am walking home I felt a little disturbance in the warm sweet smelling air. Something tells me to run, but what? Before I could even answer my question I bumped into someone or a statues. But that didn't help me say sorry, even it is a statues.

"I'm so sorry, I was..." I then saw a beautiful boy standing before me. Looking graceful and angelic with his gorgeous face. I could feel the blood rush in my cheeks making a dark pink color. Lucky it was dark or he would see it and that's more embarrassing to think of.

"Hello I'm Elizabeth, sorry I bumped into to you." I apologized gracefully. I was about to smile, when I see those blood red eyes of his. They look motionless and calm, that scared me. Not that I'm afraid that this boy will kill me or something but afraid that this boy could be sick or worst. The thought makes my throat tighten.

"Are you all right? Your eyes...there-" I was soon cut off when he grab my neck pull me closer to him. Inches from his face. I flush deep red, hearing my heart beat pound.

He smirks. "That sound, it sounds good." he said to himself. Completely I had no idea what he was talking about, but he voice was beautiful and exquisite.

He got closer and closer to me. If he got other inch I thought my heart was going to give out.

Then he paused. I thought at first he was going to kiss me but I was wrong. He got close to my neck, but what stopped him.

"Damn it," He muttered. "I can't do it. Even how delicious you may smell I can't bring myself to do it." I raised an eye brow.

"What?" I asked. But he just looks at me like I'm something to eat.

He sighed. "Listen, you better get out of here. If you know what's good for you." he turns me to the other directions, then push me rather hard. I didn't ask but before I go I wanted to look at the boy again. When I turn to see him one last time, he was suddenly gone. Along with his beautiful red eyes, his sweet scent, and along with his angelic face... only one thing stains mine mind his name. What was his name? I should of asked. Elizabeth why must you forget? Why?