In answer to bluebloodslover, yes Oliver had to recover some files but Cordelia called him. As a conduit, he has to be there for her.
This is what you've been waiting for.
The gala!
Enjoy, I'm going to try and be a good writer in these chapters. :)
Rissa. My spelling thing is all stuffed up, when I type R I S S A, it automatically turns into Rissole. LOOOLLL. GRRRRR. ;L
Eff this stupid mac!
Bliss was looking stunning. Her firey red curls flowed down, her green eyes were illuminated from the dark red lipgloss. She rubbed her lips together, satisfied with her complexion. Her dress fitted her perfectly, a bit tight near her chest region but other than that she was as perfect as a Texan barbie doll. She put on her six inch black shiny stiletto's, the same ones she had worn yesterday at the funeral. The doorbell rang. She squeeled in happiness and jumped excitedly.
His here!
She quickly ran to the door, answering it.
"Hel-lo" Dylan stuttered.
Bliss quickly composed her hair from running.
"Hey." she smiled.
"You clean up nice." he commented.
"Same goes to you." she returned his compliment.
It was true. His dark brushed black hair and white suit made him look like a total god.
Flashback
She was in a different dress, and Dylan was also dressed differently. The house was not the same, but it looked eerily alike.
"Miss. Stanford, may I escort you to the ball?" Alfred Lord Burlington asked, in his most dashing voice, offering his hand.
"We shall." she smiled gracefully and took his hand in hers.
A voice interrupted her from seeing the rest of the memory.
"Ready to go?" Dylan asked.
She wondered if he had shared what she just experienced.
"Let's go." Bliss whispered.
He put out his hand, and she took it. She smiled, it was just like her flashback.
"Jaaaacccckkkkkkkk!" Mimi screeched.
"What is it?" Jack huffed, fixing his collar.
"Zip me up?" she asked.
He followed her voice to the bathroom and pulled the zip up.
"Thank you." she said, turning around facing him. She put her hands on his chest.
He pulled away and continued to get ready in his room. She frowned.
Mimi gazed at her reflection in the mirror, with an arched back and one hand on her hip.
"What do you think?" she wondered.
"Beautiful." he answered, adjusting his bow.
She smiled.
"Jack?" she mumbled.
"Yes?" he answered.
"Have you gained all your memories yet? You know.." she began to say.
He nodded a yes. It had been awhile since it had happened, somewhere near after the night at the bank and when Aggie had died, he had accessed every memory in his past lives. He realised what his sister was leading this conversation to. Twins, were soulmates. They are usually to bond at the age for 21, but it there's nothing against bonding before the age of that.
She put this to thought and continued to get dressed, as he did the same.
"Magical." she smiled, spinning in twirled dress. It was exquisite.
Her blonde locks were done in a simple bun. The door bell rang, it must have been Mimi's date.
"Alfredo." Mimi smiled crookedly.
"My love, shall we go now?" Alfredo said in his charming Italian voice.
She grabbed her purse and blew a kiss to her brother before heading out.
Jack adjusted his bow once more and then left to pick up his date and familiar, Kitty Mullins.
"Ollie. It's fine. You can go back to recovering those files for your dad. I have to go to the gala." Schuyler insisted.
"You sure? I leave you for one day and what do you know, you faint and are found by your dog." Oliver smiled.
She rolled her eyes.
"I seriously have to go now, Kingsley's going to be here soon." she admitted.
"Kingsley Martin?" he coughed.
"He heard I had no date, and I had no choice!" she defended herself.
He laughed.
"Alright. I'm going to go now. Wait, stay here for a sec. Kay? Don't move an inch." he ordered.
She sighed, but listened to him waiting.
He came back with a rectangular box in his hands.
She raised an eyebrow with a puzzled look on her face.
He opened the lid of the box, and held up an astonishing dress. It was strapless, and it would shape her breast. The dress wasn't exactly black but it was still acceptable.
"For me?" she gasped.
He nodded, smiling.
"I saw it the other day. It reminded me of you, so I thought, why the hell not?" he grinned.
She hugged him tightly and let go.
"Oliver, I love you!" she exclaimed happily.
"Really?" he said astounded.
"Yes, you're the best friend in the whole entire world." she announced.
His face had changed. First with happiness, shock then realisation.
"I should go now. Have fun tonight." he said with a weak smile.
"Bye Ollie." she said, watching him go out the door.
She quickly got dressed and put on her mother's old high heels that were still glamorous for their age.
"Schuyler." Cordelia pronounced.
"Yes?" she answered.
"I must talk to you about something.. Important." her grandmother said in a stressed tone.
She put her hands on Cordelia's shoulders.
"What is it grandmother?" she whispered, asking in a worried voice.
"Did I ever tell you about your, mother and father?" Cordelia asked, already knowing the answer.
She nodded no.
Her grandmother took a seat, gesturing Schuyler to sit with her.
"You're mother, Allegra in this lifecycle is Gabriel the Uncorrupted. She and Michael, Pure of Heart twins. They were the most heavenly angels of us all. Michael and Gabriel were soulmates, each other's half and twin. They were to be bonded, like in every cycle. One day.. she broke that bond.. for a human. Steven Chase." Cordelia said.
She had her mouth open surprised.
"My father.." she realised.
Cordelia nodded confirming her realisation.
"Michael Pure of Heart, in this cycle is Charles Force. You may know his children, Madaleine and Benjamin?" Cordelia wondered.
Charles Force! Her uncle? This blue blood family this has got me confused! She thought.
"Yes, I know them. They're in most of my classes.." she informed.
Then, something hit her, or should she say striked her.
"Wait.. Twins are soulmates? That means Jack and Mimi are meant to be toge-" she said.
"Correct. Abbadon and Azrael. They are the angels of darkness who have served the light for very long." she nodded.
She sat there speechless. A pang of jealously went through her mind. Her life was so complicated, and out of control.
"Do not worry, granddaughter. Let's not continue this anymore. You'll be late for tonight." Cordelia remarked.
Her grandmother stood up, bringing her up aswell.
Cordelia sighed.
"What?" Schuyler wondered.
Cordelia went through her bag, searching for something. A tube of lipstick in her hands, aswell as some other make-up.
She thought of a thought that maybe she would lock herself in her room. She hated putting more than a little make-up on.
As if Cordelia heard her every thought she said,
"It's a gala."
She nodded in defeat and went to look in the mirror.
Schuyler applied the bright cherry red lipstick and darkened her eyelashes.
There, that's enough.
She packed the make-up back in her grandmother's bag and brushed her hair.
A knock on the door was heard and Cordelia answered it.
"Schuyler. Your escort is here!" she shouted.
"Coming!" she yelled.
"Schuyler." Kingsley noted.
"Kingsley" Schuyler noted back.
He stepped into his limo, which was soon followed by her.
"You're looking hot." he winked.
She turned red, speechless.
"Take my hand." he commanded. He took his hand, following his own order and got out of the limousine.
They walked upstairs and ascended in a line.
"Now, let's put forward the stunning Schuyler Van Alen and her dashing escort Kingsley Martin.
Everybody turned their heads around to see the couple. Lindsay Forshee had just coughed on her champagne and got it on her BFFL Stacey Jenkins.
"Lindsay, what the hell!" she yelled, going to the bathroom.
Mimi Force looked furious on the spot, looking at the gobsmacking hot pair, almost breaking her glass from her strong hold on her it. While on the other hand, Jack took a sip of his champagne smiling, cheering her.
Tonight was going to be one hell of a night.