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CHAPTER 4

Daniella felt suffocated by the party. How was she ever going to make friends if a gaggle of boys were constantly surrounding her?

"You really don't remember me, Danie?" One of the boys dressed as Beaver Cleaver asked, leaning on the wall with his hand. "We used to go to Jupiter Prep together."

I went to a boarding school in New York, stupid. "Really?" She asked innocently. She hated this guy's guts but she knew better than to humiliate him in front of every other guy in Jupiter. "I don't recall."

"Awww, I'm hurt Danie." The guy pouted. "But for identity purposes, let me introduce myself: Michael Langley, of the Jupiter Langleys."

Introduce yourself like that and you give me every right to not like you on the spot. Daniella tried not to scowl at his annoying demeanor. "Nice to meet you."

"Daniella, now that you've met Mikey here," Another one of the poorly-costumed gentlemen stood next to Michael, his face a carbon copy to the white upper-class male type. "But I won't believe that you've forgotten me?"

"No, I'm sorry," She smiled in apology.

"Wow, how much tea did those Brits make you drink?" He asked, and the others laughed. "But seriously? You were my first kiss, back when we were five, Jupiter Park? At least remember that."

She would if it did. "We did? Oh my why can't I remember?"

"You lost a bet," He said almost too innocently. "I'd love to show you around sometime, maybe to Jupiter Park—you did owe me one last kiss."

Daniella could feel the place tense with the other guys wishing they made the first move.

"Hmm, I don't know." She said casually. "It's gonna take a while to get settled back."

The musicians ended their song and she looked at the dance floor and applauded the dancers. Her mother appeared from out of the blue, running towards her, her golden bangles shaking loudly.

"Dear, you should dance the next song." She said loudly, noticing the group of bachelors surrounding her, and smiled in approval. At this rate, Daniella would be married before the year ended. "I requested them to sing a rather new song, so you and the young ladies and gentlemen may enjoy to dancing the next one."

She walked away before Daniella could reply, leaving her with the gentlemen who would hopefully fight to give her her first dance. Daniella suppressed a groan, looking at the bright eyes of Michael, the other guy, and the others. She sighed, resolving to dance with the first person who asked.

Daniella looked at the gentlemen and wondered, after a few seconds, why no one would ask her. She looked at Michael's—he looked fine, but something about him screamed "frozen", like his eyes looked like he was bewildered, but his body acted like he would rather be somewhere else, shifting away from her and crossing his arms.

In fact, the others were doing it too. They looked bored and indifferent, but their eyes were trying to decipher something. Daniella fought a scoff; they'd flirt with her if they could, but wouldn't dance with her in the open—she wondered which one of these princesses were their girlfriends. From the back of the pack, she could see them parting the way, and finally Michael and the other man moved to the sides.

It was the man, his presence so much intense now that he was standing right in front of her, parting his potential competition like they were the Red Sea. His hair had been brushed back, revealing a handsome face that complimented his eyes. Wordlessly, he stared longingly into her eyes before bowing and holding out his hand.

Who is this guy anyway? She asked herself, still mesmerized by his deep blue eyes. But since no one wanted to dance with her…

Daniella curtsied and put her hand on top of his. Not letting go of her, the man lead her to the dance floor. Daniella caught a glimpse of her mother, beaming with pride but also uncertainty for the man her daughter chose to dance with. He stopped in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by the other girls and boys.

The singer on the podium signaled to the bandmaster, who tapped his baton.

"Do you dance well?" He asked politely, and she nodded.

The song began. I've thought of angels, choking on their Halos, get them drunk on rosewater.

The man led gracefully without ever taking his eyes off of hers. Daniella would look down from time to time, and she could feel his strong gaze on her, which made her look.

He twirled her around the room, and Daniella let her guard down as she let herself be lead and at the same time shone in the attention of everyone watching. She was an awesome dancer—competing in dancing competitions in London almost throughout her stay—and both of them danced extremely well together, never having to speak to guide each other or drop their gaze.

Anything you say can and will be held against you, so I only say my name—It will be held against you.

She felt him pull her closer, his hand behind her back slightly pushing her towards him, the arm on her waist pulling her. Oddly, Daniella felt a sense of safety with him and allowed herself to be drawn closer.

If heaven's grief brings hell's rain, then I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday

They gracefully danced, Daniella completely letting go to enjoy the music and the moment. They ended with her twirling and leaning against his side, her heart beating wildly. The whole room was in awe of such a great dancing couple that it took moments for them to process that it was over, and they were followed with a loud round of applause.

"Edward," He said, as serene as he was when they first looked at each other. "Edward Mordrake."

He gave her the faintest of smiles, supporting her by letting her continue to lean on him. "Daniella," She said breathlessly. "Daniella Mott."

"Daniella." He said, savoring the name before bending to kiss her hand. "That was beautiful."

He nearly hated himself for using his own name—had she known the legend, she would have run in fear. He was lucky that she didn't know his story and smiled at him, oblivious to the demon nearby.

Why should it matter? It asked. You have a week before you return. She will mean nothing.

Fool, Edward thought, careful not to speak out loud. As long as I have a week, that's all that matters.

And then what? It asked menacingly.