Okay guys. No offense, I love you all. But all your impatience is really making things difficult for me. Seriously. I am glad you guys like my story, but I really appreciate if you all just be patient. Because I'm really busy with a lot things. I have a project to finish with Physical Science. I have unfinished homework. And my boyfriend recently dumped me. So, really be a little patient. Please...Thank you so much. You all are the best. So I'll give you a chapter. And sneak peek the Mad Hatter/Jefferson will be on the story. Thanks to someone...you know who you are...gave me the idea to put that character. I'm trying to add it in the party Emma is attending right now in this chapter. She'll be in other parties Killian will encourage her to go to, and you'll see more of Jefferson till then. Well, enjoy guys. And by the way, I'm not angry or annoyed or anything. I'm happy you all enjoy this.
Emma
His touch irritated me, I was so tempted to scratch his eyes out. But I forced myself to take it anyway. "You seem dreadfully quiet." "I'm trapped in the arms of a stranger. What am I suppose to say? That I'm flattered?" "You somehow caught my eye, that's all." He leaned closer to me. he wrapped his arms, closing my waist to him. He leaned his chin on my shoulder. "Look around. What do you see?" "People... Way too over - dressed people." "That's my point. Regardless, of their five hundred dollar dinner jacket, or a two hour manicure doesn't change their appearance by my eyes. But you...Your different." 'Is this man for real? Are people suppose to reach up to his standards to get along with him? There is no way this man is going to be my package for me and Henry. A womanizing + schmuck +/- possibly alcoholic = to a club owner - Killian Jones. No way. His not the one.'
"So I guess I should be leaping for joy that I reached up to your high expectations." I grabbed his arms, and yanked them off me. I turned around to face him. "Look, pretty boy. You're somehow good - looking, and reach up to my standards. But honey, I'm not interested. Thank you for the lovely dance. Good - bye." I walked away quickly before he had the chance to stop me. Thankfully, that Milah woman grabbed his arm to talk to him.
'Whew! At least, now that's over.' I walked through the crowd of guests, searching for Jimmy. Jimmy was nowhere to be seen. I walked a little further to the bar tending section. I looked around. "Where are you Jimmy?" I mumbled under my breath. Suddenly, I bumped into someone. Without warning I tripped on my heels. Someone grabbed my arms before my body collapse on the cold marble floor, and pulled me up. I looked up. Its a man. A handsome man, possibly my other target.
He pulled me up to my feet. He looked at me with those soft blue painted eyes. "Are you alright?" I nodded. "Thank you so much." "Are you sure you're alright?" "I'm fine, really." His eyes lowered down at my dress with an arched eyebrow. "I stained your dress." I lowered my eyes on my dress. 'Yes! Ruby will be so mad, I don't have to wear it anymore. Thank you my man.' But I must play low key (a.k.a. shallow, rich guest). I looked at the stained area on the bodice of my dress. "Oh no..." I mumbled. He removed a handkerchief out of his visible breast pocket. I looked up. "I'll ruin the fabric." "Well, I already ruined yours. I guess we're even." I couldn't help but smile. I took the handkerchief, and wiped the fresh liquid off the fabric as best as I can.
"I apologize about that." "No its okay really um..." "Jefferson." "I'm Emma." He took my hand and gave it a light shake. 'At least this one didn't grab me in his arms. Thank goodness.'
Jefferson is a very handsome man, and seem naturally agreeable. His light brown hair are like freshly grown dry grain, his skin is silk smooth and bright, and his sense of style is very interesting - a gray dress shirt embroidered with a unique pattern of black coffee beans, a lightly black vest embroidered by the same pattern with a dark scarf tied around his neck, a smooth ironed black pants, and a tall stovepipe hat with a orange fabric tied around the waist of the hat. I grinned at his hat. "What an interesting choice to wear in a party?" Jefferson smiled. "I have my own styles as well. Hats are part of my passion." "I think that's very honest. I'm actually glad I met you. I almost had one of the worst nights of my life." "Worse than me spilling my drink on your dress?" "Yes, much worse then that. A man hit on me. And his the owner of this club." Jefferson chuckled. "Ah. You mean Killian." My smile disappeared. "You know him?" "Well, yes I do. He's my childhood friend. I'm sorry for his misbehavior." "No its fine." "Emma, I really feel terrible of what I done to your dress. May I buy you a drink?" "Yes. That'll be nice. Thank you."
~ Jefferson is unlike anybody I ever met. His just like me. His just one of my kind; the ones who wait for buses in the cold rain to find jobs, being in a tight budget by eating ramen noodle every night, and taking your kid to school even though they're hungry or need supplies. I feel so positive that Jefferson is no longer my target, he is the sheath for the arrow I will plunge through him. I just hope he truly is the husband, and the provider I hope to achieve.
I laughed so hard while Jefferson continued his story about his trip to Italy. "I'm serious, a 35 pound statue fell on my foot. I was so close to scream out the dictionary of swearing. But it took me three seconds to realize I was near a church. I'm serious, the priest was looking right at me when I opened my mouth." I clapped my hands, and let out another hard laugh. Jefferson laughed along with me.
I took a few long breaths to stop the pain in my stomach from laughing. "Jefferson, that is the most amusing story I ever heard. Whew...I can't catch my breath." Jefferson took a sip of his Scotch.
My knuckles are frozen stiff, I can't feel my hands. I placed my drink down, and rubbed my hands together. "Is it just me, or is it cold in here?" "Here, let me warm those hands for you." He took my hands with both of his, and he lifted them to his mouth. He huffed warm breaths on my icy hands. It was really awkward at first, but his soft eyes really melted that uncomfortable, insecure feeling out of me.
"Is that better?" He huffed another warm breath. "Much better." Jefferson smiled, but didn't stop warming my cold hands. "I see you two are finally acquainted." A voice interrupted us. The two of us turned our heads to the person. It's Killian. He placed a hand on my shoulder. I am dying to shrug it off, but I remained silent.
"Jefferson, what do you think about this one? Quite a character she is, isn't she?" "Indeed, Killian." "Emma you seem to be a magnet to my best guests. How about you come to my other party held next week? I'm sure Jefferson here would love to see you again." He gave Jefferson a look. But Jefferson ignored him, and paid more attention to me. "That would be nice. I guess. If you'll excuse me. I must go find my friend. It was a pleasure meeting you, Jefferson. I had a wonderful time." Jefferson gave me a light squeeze, and placed a quick kiss on my hand before he let go. "Until then, Emma." Killian gave Jefferson a nasty snare. He looked at me, as if he expected me to say something back. "Killian. Good - bye. And tell that assistant of yours that she really deserves a raise. After all she did what she had to do for you to have the perfect spot to hit on me." Killian opened his mouth to protest, but I walked away nothing but amusement left inside of me.