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Meg is currently being chatted up by a young man who is very polite and very funny. Like alot of guests here, his skin is pale.
I'm not discrediting Thomas, but I do think that Meg could do better.
To me the only high points to Thomas are that he is handsome, and he is rich, not to mention he's a Baron.
But his humour is rather limited compared to Megs, plus he gambles, not really a good mix when he's in one of his moods.
Yet Meg insists on marrying him. Whether out of fear of being poor, or that she does truely love him, I can't decide. Maybe in her eyes his flaws cannot be seen, but I do worry for her. I don't want the sparkle that she has to ever go out, and with a marriage to Thomas I'm afraid that may happen.
Like Thomas she is a natural flirt, too natural in my opinion. I suppose I can be flirty also, but I see it more as charm. I would restrict 'my charm' when married of course; I'll still be charming, but no longer will I purposely flutter my eyelashes at another man.
Raoul too can be a little over charming. Like right now, along with Thomas and Meg, he is getting over friendly with one of those pale faced people. Like the other pale face people, they are stunning. Everyone of those faces holds pure beauty. The woman Raoul is with, has long wavy red hair that flows down to her tiny waist. The saultry black dress clings too every delicate curve as well as emphasising her chest.
Instead of being jealous of her practically draping herself on my fiance, I am infact jealous of just her!
What man wouldn't want that standing infront of him?
"Hey Christine I see you made it-! Are you alright?"
I jolt from my 'feeling sorry for myself' haze, and turn to find the mysterious yet intriguing Bruno infront of me; his face scrunched in concern.
"Yeah!" I smile by his presence; though it is feeble, "Yeah, I'm fine. A bit too much champagne I think," I shake my empty fourth glass.
"Want to get some air? You can see the gardens." Bruno suggests.
I look to my right and find that Meg is still succumbed to her acquaintance conversation. I look to my left and Raoul and Thomas are practically drooling over their stunning acquaintances.
"Alright," I sigh in a weak smile.
"Follow me," Bruno commands cheerily, then heads in the direction of the platform.
Looking at the regal chairs again I ask him, "Bruno, who owns those chairs?"
"My Uncle."
"Why are there two? Is he married?"
I could hear the hesitance in Bruno's answer, "He was."
I decide not to press the matter further. We walk past the platform, and I see French doors that are opened at the end of the room. Small groups of people are already standing on the patio talking to one another.
As me and Bruno walk past them, I gasp at the mass amount of land before me. The castle is surrounded by the forest but it's separated by brick walls built round the garden. It's a vast contrast between the dreary trees in the woods to the healthy ones in the land. Everything is green with various random plots of colourful flowers. The odd stone statue is placed at various sections, as well as a pond in the middle of the land.
Instead of walking further down in the gardens, Bruno turns left.
My dreams haven't really showed the garden, so in a way everything about the area is new to me, yet, like being in this building, I can't get rid of the feeling that I have been here before.
Should I tell Bruno that I have dreamt about this place? Maybe not, if a person I barely knew told me they have been dreaming about my home all their life, I would be freaked out.
"You like the place then?" asks Bruno.
"Oh yes," I shake out of my frazzle daze, "It must've been expensive given the size of everything."
"Suppose so," Bruno shrugged, "I wouldn't know, I wasn't born when it was purchased."
I nod in understanding until I fully understood what he said.
He said he wasn't born when the building was purchased, what age is he about ten, maybe twelve? But I thought he, his family and staff moved in not that long ago...
"Let's play chases," declared Bruno randomly, "You're it!" he hits my arm and then runs off.
I watch Bruno run off, running unnaturally fast; so much for a quiet walk around the gardens, I so wanted to have a descriptive look!
Still slightly dumfounded by his speed, I quickly follow his direction.
"Come on, you go run faster than that!" shouted Bruno mockingly, leaning lazily against a tree.
"I can't run, I'm wearing a dress! It will get ruined!" I say irritably.
"Don't be such a girl!"
"I am a girl!"
Bruno laughed, "I thought you are the type of person that doesn't care about dignity!"
"What gives you that impression, we've only met twice and both times were brief!"
"I have a good judge of character," said Bruno smugly.
I rolled my eyes; he reminded me of what Raoul said in the carriage down here.
"So do all males..." I mumble grumpily.
"Like the man you came with? He isn't very friendly is he."
I snort as I eventually reach him at the tree, "He doesn't care for children. If you weren't a child, he would've been alot more polite."
"That's discrimination that is."
I chuckle, "I suppose so."
"So, do you care about being prim a proper?" Bruno asks with that impish grin.
"Of course not, I just don't want to embarrass Raoul that's all. If it wasn't for him I wouldn't be wearing this dress."
Bruno's smile became more smug, "I told you I have a good judge of character! You don't care about dignity, and your boyfriend is a git."
"He is not a git!" I choke out; half laughing, half stunned by what he just reffered my fiance as.
"He is if he get's embarrassed by you."
"Only if I make a spectacle of myself, and returning to the ball in a mucky torn dress, I can't blame him for not wanting to be seen with me."
"If he loved you he wouldn't care." Bruno stated.
A boy is giving me relationship advice? You've got to be kidding me!
"Your still it by the way," Bruno reminded my aghast expression; then dashed away from the tree, calling over his shoulder, "And he's still a git!" he then headed towards the direction of an ivory gazebo.
I laugh mockingly in disbelief; "Right!" I yell, "I don't care that your family owns the place, I'm going to smack you round the head!"
My threat is deemed more empty than menacing; infact Bruno just laughed gleefully in response. I laugh also as I run towards the gazebo.
Damn my expensive dress! Damn my dignity! I want to have fun in the place of my dreams, in the place my father once belonged.
I run panting inside the gazebo; the moon being the only source of light.
"Come out, come out wherever you are!" I sing teasingly, looking under the bench to my right. "You may be fast, but I'm the Queen of finding hiding places!" which is true, whenever I'm bored attending one of Raoul work functions, I find a spot with Meg (mainly kitchens to gain easy access for food), and we occupy ourselves there for the remainder of the night. Raoul never finds us when he realises we're nowhere in sight, which usually takes about two hours.
I raise my head from looking under the empty bench, and turn to my left to find Bruno standing there grinning in truimph. But it wasn't he I was gaping at. Bruno wasn't alone.
My dreams never gave him any justice. In reality he is more than beautiful...he is magnificent.
All 6ft of him stood, broad and brooding, and those eyes, those vivid blue penetrating on my captivated green, causing my knees to buckle, my heart to flip and my stomach to squirm.
"This is my Uncle."
And from the corner of my eye I notice that Bruno walked off, leaving me and his 'Uncle' alone.
