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Chapter 3: The Discussion
Rinoa was as graceful as life itself. She looked as if she was putting her all into it. She was not, though. This time, she could not concentrate on the ice. Instead, all she could think about was the guest. She didn't know if she could trust him or not. She would give him a chance. But what would his reaction be if she accidentally slipped and began to fight with him because she was so nervous. She was too concerned on what her reaction would be to even think about ice-skating. Everyone knows that if you are not concentrated on how you are skating that there is a major chance of something happening and you not being able to prevent it. She was not about to take that chance. So, she glided to the edge and made her way to the porch. To her surprise, there sat Gundor.
"Ah, Rinoa, Dear, your father requests a meeting with you privately," said Gundor.
"About what?" she asked.
"I cannot answer that, Rinoa, Dear," Gundor was silent after his short, yet truthful sentence.
Rinoa, as her usual self, became curious. She immediately rushed to her father's office. When she arrived, her father was turned to the wall. It gave an odd feeling to Rinoa.
"Rinoa?" her father's voice was strict, yet soft at the same time.
Rinoa scooted herself in the seat across from her father's work chair, nervously. An unbearable silence filled the room. Finally, her father broke it after quite a while of undying curiosity inside Rinoa.
"Rinoa, this is hard to ask you," Her father began short, with a sigh following his pause. "But, I am going to anyway. I guess everyone needs an opinion, even you." Caraway could never forget what happened with the next guest. She had earned herself quite a name. He soon continued, "What do you think of Mr. Squall Leonheart?"
Rinoa was quiet. She didn't quite know what to tell her father. Would she tell his that she thought he looked soooo suspicious she thought she was going to die when she could not question him? Or keep it short and say, yea, he looks like a real gent. She knew her father was not that dumb to fall for that old line. After all, she had used it before and her father stayed on her like glue. He would get out of her business.
"Well, father, to begin, Mr. Leonheart seems to be too quiet. You know how much silence bugs me. I will try not to start a fight or get angry with him for being so quiet, but I cannot guarantee it. I hope that that is all right with you. Other than that, he seems to be okay."
"Rinoa, Rinoa," her father said, as if he was upset. Although in that upset tone, there was a hint of humor. She did not know if that was a negative or a positive.
Rinoa got up from her seat. Then, she asked, "May I leave now?"
Her father looked up at her, "Alright." He said.
Before she could happily skip out, Caraway grabbed her wrist. She wrinkled her forehead.
"Rinoa, before you leave, promise that you won't go snooping around in this guest's business," Caraway said.
Rinoa winked at Caraway, then stood in the doorway and said, "That, Sir, is not a promise that I can make."
He simply sighed as she left.
Rinoa went up the stairs and peeked from the hall to his room. She heard sounds of motions. Soon, they stopped. Then, she snuck into the washroom and stood behind the doorway. After a few moments of silence, she peeked in the hall from the washroom to see that this, Squall Leonheart, man was heading downstairs - most likely into her father's office.
She couldn't help herself. So she took the chance.
She was careful not to get caught as she wandered in his room for an answer of why he was here. Usually her father invited old, boring, non- not business type, if that makes any sense at all. Overall, her father brings boring business guys over. This one, however, was the non-business looking type. His face was expressionless, which the business guys her father bring over has those I'm-too-good-for-you-expressions.
Rinoa wandered down the hall and peaked into his room. He wasn't there. Sneakily, she scanned the room to see what he had done. Not a single item was out of place! Man, he must be real neat.
She scooted inward. Before you could say so, she was searching his dresser drawers, yet at the same time, keeping it the way he had left it. It took a few minutes for her to be finished. Then, a few minutes more to assure herself that there was nothing left. Finally, she stepped up from the floor and began checking his desk, which was also still neat and perfect. This guy must be a wacko to keep the place this clean, she thought.
When she couldn't find anything more after quite a long time of searching, she felt there was nothing more to do than listen into Caraway's and his conversation to answer her questions. As she turned to the door, she saw him. Squall Leonheart was standing in the door. The odd thing was that he was just smiling. She looked dumbfounded.
"Uh, I can explain," she said, trying to support herself. "I was looking for a book which I left here just the other day."
"Well, if so, then why don't you just check the TOP of the dresser?" he continued with sarcasm in his voice. "You know. Because I think that the top of the dresser wouldn't be that much trouble."
Her cheeks lit up as red as a rose. She couldn't help but look away.
"Well, now if I wanted to, I could report you to Caraway," he said. Just then, he scooted in towards her, and whispered quietly to her. "But you know what? I'm not gonna."
She stared up at him. "What? Why?" her voice was in fear.
He just stared at her. She looked as if she was scared and vulnerable. He laughed. Then, before she could say a thing, he pressed his finger on her lips.
"Shh." he whispered.
She stared at him. Still, numb, and scared. Then, without a word, she stepped past him and nodded. Then, she stood in the doorframe. It was then that she looked like true beauty. Her black hair surrounded her face elegantly and a smile crept upon her lovely face. She was wearing a different item of clothing this time though. Instead, she was wearing her light blue ice-skating dress with her white stockings and all. Before he could speak, move, or do anything, she held her index finger up meaning one.
He didn't quite know what she meant, but this time she made him curious. He raised an eyebrow as she left.
As Rinoa left, she remembered that dinner would be in an hour. Her father was always so picky about what she wore so she had to hurry, or else her father would definitely be mad. So she rushed to her room and picked some clothes to wear, throwing them on her bed. Tonight, in honor of the guest, they would be going to a lovely restraint with absolutely everything. The only thing fun there was the dancing. She loved to dance. Every time they had a contest on the best dancer, Rinoa would participate and she would win constantly.
Ice-skating hadn't been just a hobby; it was also something that supported her ability to dance. That was why Julia Heartilly was an excellent dancer with many trophies too. In fact, Rinoa still had her mother's trophies too.
For Rinoa had so much of her mother's personality, people who knew her actually mistake Rinoa for Julia. Some people even thought that was why Caraway was so cold to her daughter. He was scared of missing Julia too much than he already did.
Dinnertime soon arrived. Rinoa was dressed in a lovely white dress that rose just above her knees and golden strap at the top that wrapped around the neck. Her hair was left down, yet didn't look one bit plain. The heels she wore were white and surrounded all sides of her foot. Her father was impressed with the way she presented herself. She looked like his definition of a 'lady'. He just hoped that her personality was like that.
Soon after they all presented their selves, the limousine was parked outside the building. Each one took seat in the limo. It was not at all crowded because it was so spacious in the back. Soon, they were off. Some people left with hopes and some dreams. All of them hoped that it would be easy and fun though.
Chapter 3: The Discussion
Rinoa was as graceful as life itself. She looked as if she was putting her all into it. She was not, though. This time, she could not concentrate on the ice. Instead, all she could think about was the guest. She didn't know if she could trust him or not. She would give him a chance. But what would his reaction be if she accidentally slipped and began to fight with him because she was so nervous. She was too concerned on what her reaction would be to even think about ice-skating. Everyone knows that if you are not concentrated on how you are skating that there is a major chance of something happening and you not being able to prevent it. She was not about to take that chance. So, she glided to the edge and made her way to the porch. To her surprise, there sat Gundor.
"Ah, Rinoa, Dear, your father requests a meeting with you privately," said Gundor.
"About what?" she asked.
"I cannot answer that, Rinoa, Dear," Gundor was silent after his short, yet truthful sentence.
Rinoa, as her usual self, became curious. She immediately rushed to her father's office. When she arrived, her father was turned to the wall. It gave an odd feeling to Rinoa.
"Rinoa?" her father's voice was strict, yet soft at the same time.
Rinoa scooted herself in the seat across from her father's work chair, nervously. An unbearable silence filled the room. Finally, her father broke it after quite a while of undying curiosity inside Rinoa.
"Rinoa, this is hard to ask you," Her father began short, with a sigh following his pause. "But, I am going to anyway. I guess everyone needs an opinion, even you." Caraway could never forget what happened with the next guest. She had earned herself quite a name. He soon continued, "What do you think of Mr. Squall Leonheart?"
Rinoa was quiet. She didn't quite know what to tell her father. Would she tell his that she thought he looked soooo suspicious she thought she was going to die when she could not question him? Or keep it short and say, yea, he looks like a real gent. She knew her father was not that dumb to fall for that old line. After all, she had used it before and her father stayed on her like glue. He would get out of her business.
"Well, father, to begin, Mr. Leonheart seems to be too quiet. You know how much silence bugs me. I will try not to start a fight or get angry with him for being so quiet, but I cannot guarantee it. I hope that that is all right with you. Other than that, he seems to be okay."
"Rinoa, Rinoa," her father said, as if he was upset. Although in that upset tone, there was a hint of humor. She did not know if that was a negative or a positive.
Rinoa got up from her seat. Then, she asked, "May I leave now?"
Her father looked up at her, "Alright." He said.
Before she could happily skip out, Caraway grabbed her wrist. She wrinkled her forehead.
"Rinoa, before you leave, promise that you won't go snooping around in this guest's business," Caraway said.
Rinoa winked at Caraway, then stood in the doorway and said, "That, Sir, is not a promise that I can make."
He simply sighed as she left.
Rinoa went up the stairs and peeked from the hall to his room. She heard sounds of motions. Soon, they stopped. Then, she snuck into the washroom and stood behind the doorway. After a few moments of silence, she peeked in the hall from the washroom to see that this, Squall Leonheart, man was heading downstairs - most likely into her father's office.
She couldn't help herself. So she took the chance.
She was careful not to get caught as she wandered in his room for an answer of why he was here. Usually her father invited old, boring, non- not business type, if that makes any sense at all. Overall, her father brings boring business guys over. This one, however, was the non-business looking type. His face was expressionless, which the business guys her father bring over has those I'm-too-good-for-you-expressions.
Rinoa wandered down the hall and peaked into his room. He wasn't there. Sneakily, she scanned the room to see what he had done. Not a single item was out of place! Man, he must be real neat.
She scooted inward. Before you could say so, she was searching his dresser drawers, yet at the same time, keeping it the way he had left it. It took a few minutes for her to be finished. Then, a few minutes more to assure herself that there was nothing left. Finally, she stepped up from the floor and began checking his desk, which was also still neat and perfect. This guy must be a wacko to keep the place this clean, she thought.
When she couldn't find anything more after quite a long time of searching, she felt there was nothing more to do than listen into Caraway's and his conversation to answer her questions. As she turned to the door, she saw him. Squall Leonheart was standing in the door. The odd thing was that he was just smiling. She looked dumbfounded.
"Uh, I can explain," she said, trying to support herself. "I was looking for a book which I left here just the other day."
"Well, if so, then why don't you just check the TOP of the dresser?" he continued with sarcasm in his voice. "You know. Because I think that the top of the dresser wouldn't be that much trouble."
Her cheeks lit up as red as a rose. She couldn't help but look away.
"Well, now if I wanted to, I could report you to Caraway," he said. Just then, he scooted in towards her, and whispered quietly to her. "But you know what? I'm not gonna."
She stared up at him. "What? Why?" her voice was in fear.
He just stared at her. She looked as if she was scared and vulnerable. He laughed. Then, before she could say a thing, he pressed his finger on her lips.
"Shh." he whispered.
She stared at him. Still, numb, and scared. Then, without a word, she stepped past him and nodded. Then, she stood in the doorframe. It was then that she looked like true beauty. Her black hair surrounded her face elegantly and a smile crept upon her lovely face. She was wearing a different item of clothing this time though. Instead, she was wearing her light blue ice-skating dress with her white stockings and all. Before he could speak, move, or do anything, she held her index finger up meaning one.
He didn't quite know what she meant, but this time she made him curious. He raised an eyebrow as she left.
As Rinoa left, she remembered that dinner would be in an hour. Her father was always so picky about what she wore so she had to hurry, or else her father would definitely be mad. So she rushed to her room and picked some clothes to wear, throwing them on her bed. Tonight, in honor of the guest, they would be going to a lovely restraint with absolutely everything. The only thing fun there was the dancing. She loved to dance. Every time they had a contest on the best dancer, Rinoa would participate and she would win constantly.
Ice-skating hadn't been just a hobby; it was also something that supported her ability to dance. That was why Julia Heartilly was an excellent dancer with many trophies too. In fact, Rinoa still had her mother's trophies too.
For Rinoa had so much of her mother's personality, people who knew her actually mistake Rinoa for Julia. Some people even thought that was why Caraway was so cold to her daughter. He was scared of missing Julia too much than he already did.
Dinnertime soon arrived. Rinoa was dressed in a lovely white dress that rose just above her knees and golden strap at the top that wrapped around the neck. Her hair was left down, yet didn't look one bit plain. The heels she wore were white and surrounded all sides of her foot. Her father was impressed with the way she presented herself. She looked like his definition of a 'lady'. He just hoped that her personality was like that.
Soon after they all presented their selves, the limousine was parked outside the building. Each one took seat in the limo. It was not at all crowded because it was so spacious in the back. Soon, they were off. Some people left with hopes and some dreams. All of them hoped that it would be easy and fun though.