Chapter 4: Dance Party
Ren picked at her cuticles as her and Mariabel were being driven to some fancy restaurant to see her father's cousin and his son. The fact that this certain young man was the same as the on in the picture she always kept with her, waiting to meet this handsome figure, was in fact related to her. This only made going out to dinner even less desirable.
"Stop that," Mariabel slapped her hand, "leave your hands alone. Picking at them is a very bad habit and is not suitable for a young lady."
"Sorry," I turned my attention to the building whizzing by my window. At the moment all I wanted to do was be back in my room with my orange fuzzy pajamas and a cup of hot coco, instead of a fancy dress and two inch heels.
"Try to relax Ren, you don't look very appealing when your nose is scrunched up like that."
I nodded my head, tucking my hands under me. She was telling me to calm down and act like a lady, but I am not someone that can just, you know, dress up and act the part. I'm a girl who likes to read and confine myself in my room. The only person that I have ever talk to that isn't in my family was Ikuto, and know I have to act like I don't know him at all. Unfortunately that is the only act I can pull off; the despairing one.
The car slowed to a stop in front of large stone building with a stain glass dome roof. The restaurant was enough to make me feel home sick and wish even more to be back in my room curled up with a fairy and magic novel, that is my favorite with princes, magic and little special secrets. But even though this building could easily fit into my stories, I felt like tonight was going to be a very long one.
The drive opened the door for me and Mariabel; she exited with grace and pose. Me on the other hand forgotten about the sticks attached to the bottom of my shoe, and trip out of the car, almost slamming my head on the door.
Mariabel acted like nothing had happened and step past the grand wood doors and into the red carpeted room; I kind of skipped in, smiling at the door man holding the heavy door.
I let out a gasp when I had my feet planted on the ground and knew that I wouldn't be making any sudden movement. The rooms were covered in an old wallpaper, the blood red carpet looked like not one person had walked on it, or that it was older then Mariabel. In the middle of the room hanging of the high ceiling was a chandelier; it had small blue crystals mixed in with the as beautiful ice colored crystals.
"Keep your eyes down Ren, don't look like this is the first time you have been out in public." Mariabel was had moved to talk to one of the waiters.
"Right this way Ma'am."
He lead us into an other room were the sound of the chatter from the other couples could be barely heard, and in its place was a nice piano playing. We were in the private room away from everything else; I felt my tense shoulders relax knowing that it would only the four of us. Two other men pulled out mine and Mariabel's chair, she then waved her hand and they disappeared behind the door we had just entered.
"Imagine that, Raz is late." She said letting out a sigh, either of us needed to act civilized if no one was there to see it.
"Mariabel, if they do not show in a few minuets, can we leave?" I looked around the room, it resembled the main dinning room, but smaller and a less extravagant chandelier.
She let out a sigh, then smiled at me for the first time sense she picked me up from my house. "You know, you are so much like your mother Ren."
"Do you both run into things?" A male voice asked from behind me.
"Whoa?" I fell out of my seat and against the legs of who ever accused me of walking into walls.
"You could handel it that she was sitting and looking beautiful, could you Raz?"
Great first impression, I though as I took Raz's hand he had offered me. When I was standing up straight decided not to make eye contact and retook my seat.
The chair made a scrapping sound on the uncarpeted marble floor, Raz took a seat across from me, beside Mariabel and smiled and her as if trying to hide his joy.
"Does your whole family have no sense of time?" She said coldly, staring at the empty seat beside me. Personally, I hade no problem with his son not being here, the night has just lost three years off of it.
Raz looked in the directions of the door and shrugged, "He was behind me when we arrived. He is just taking his time entering probably; kids don't like all of these fancy parties." I looked up from my silverware and looked at Raz, who to my surprise was watching me now with interest.
"How did you mange to steal Ren away from Aram, you surprised me when you changed the location and the number intending dinner."
"I have my ways, probably the same way you brought Akira here. Excepted Ren is more suitable for this world." Ok, never mind dinner was going to be long, I need to escape some how…
"I will be right back." I said in the loudest and calm voice that would come out of me, and pushed my chair back from the table and walked the best I could on my two feet with out falling on my face in front of them.
Akira hung his head and gave a sigh before stepping into the light from the restaurant. He had been enjoying the company of two lovely girls when his father had dragged him to this realm to meet Mariabel and some human girl for dinner. These things just didn't interest him if he could have his lips pressed against someone else's.
"Good evening sir," The doorman said with the same smile he had probably shown every other guest this evening and every other.
The place didn't look that bad for a run down dump it looked like from the outside. He still didn't understand what was the point of him coming here, his father and Mariabel had hade many dinners together lately and they never had invited him along, not that he cared.
Akira skimmed the main dinning room for any one he could have any fun with; his father would have to wait because he had just spotted his next toy walking, or more like running, towards the ladies room in a short lacy dress.