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Wonderment- Chapter 3: The Welcome Dance
ADAM'S POV
I had been to fancier dances, but this was no ball. Though Aurora was on my arm, I was scoping out the whole scene for the beautiful brunette I had seen earlier that day. Alas. No sight of her. Aurora left my arm seeing her sorority sisters near the punchbowl.
"I'll catch you later," she whispered as she kissed my cheek.
Aurora. What can I say about her? She's beautiful- no- divine is more like it. Every guy wanted her, and I had her- but not really. You see, Aurora and I almost have this speechless understanding. She doesn't care if my eyes stray nor do I care if she strays altogether. She's a bit of a flirt, and it's hard not to be if you are her. And she's of royal blood. Did I mention that? So our pairing would be a match made in the heavens, at least of one my father would definitely attest to. She's talked about the prospect of marriage with me, many a time, in bed as well. I find it humbling that she thinks in advance, but baffling she says such things as she makes forward advances, on other men.
She thinks she'll get away with her frivolous ways because in the end she believes- I'll wed her. Pity her. I think she thinks she has me wrapped around her finger. While she makes gestures to other men, thinking in the end it wouldn't matter because she knows she will have me- is laughable. It's convenient however and I'm all about convenience. I don't have to work that hard to get a beautiful woman to keep me warm, at night. When she brings up the prospect of marriage, I've said things in the past like "you, me? Indeed! That is a thought!" but it's really all just empty words- sarcastic empty words.
I've fucked women royals and peasants alike. It's not like I don't have them at my disposal but with Aurora it just looks like I respectably fuck, for lack of a better phrase. She uses me- I use her. Fair is fair. She doesn't know it, but I won't marry her. It takes more to entice me than a woman in dress that hugs her curves and exposes her desires.
As I turned my heels to the billiards at the end of the room, I caught Gaston at the corner of the wing.
He caught my glance, "Adam! Decided to actually, show your face at one of these? Thought you, had better taste than the rest of us!"
I shook his hand as I accepted the drink he offered. "I've been to better if that's what you mean. So have you," I laughed. "What's in this?" I asked.
"Mostly whiskey,"
"Mmm. It's good. See any new incoming students to your liking?" I asked Gaston.
It was never a question that Gaston was a lady's man on campus. Gaston's father Monsieur LeGume, owned many taverns across France as well as many vineyards. My father did business with his father, and we grew up together knowing that we'd have to facilitate that partnership as well. The truth is Gaston, was also completely arrogant, and it got on my fucking nerves. Our encounters would keep me on edge no matter how informal the circumstance. I never trusted him. One may think I use Aurora, but when it comes to Gaston it's using and abusing. I can't count the many times he's brought ladies back to his bed that leave with bruises and regret. They mostly come willingly. It leaves me quite baffled.
"No one's really caught my attention, you?" asked Gaston.
"Come on dear friend. You know my heart's taken," I said amusingly.
Gaston understood the sarcasm laced in my reply, "HA! Yeah I see you and Aurora alright. How long is that going to last?"
"Well so far it's lasted a whole spring semester, summer break, and now early autumn," I said as a matter-of- factly.
"She came to your castle during the summer?" boomed Gaston in puzzlement.
"She tried, but I couldn't let her in the castle over the summer," I mumbled as I sipped on my drink. "The exchange of telegrams back and forth to her was exhausting. In all honesty this past summer was very tiring. All my father ever does is business and I am expected to help with the estates."
Gaston nodded showing that he understood what I meant. While the guy irks me, he knows the demands of my role because he has similar duties with his father's business.
"Every damn telegram was about where we would meet, if not my castle then where. Exhausting."
"Just hearing you make me feel half asleep. Did you end up meeting with her in the summer?" asked Gaston.
"No. But I wrote sweet nothings to her back and forth," I replied as I rolled my eyes.
Gaston hit my back with a thud, but it didn't move me from where I was standing at all.
"This charade of your is too much work" Gaston stated with a smirky gaze.
"Sometimes, but not most of the time. I use it to my advantage," I looked at him pitifully. Did this dumb brute still not get it? "She's easy. She's royal. If we're rumored to be messing around, I rather do it aristocratically. Save me and my father both grief. To everyone else it's courting. To me, I use it to deflect people making them oblivious of my private affairs," I winked.
Gaston nodded, "this open relationship of yours is convenient not to mention one that any man would be envious about."
I thought for a moment about what Gaston just said. Envious? Sure. I had a beautiful royal on my arm. I also have the capability to check in with other women. Aurora probably checks in with other men. No one ever talks about our infidelity nor questions because we have power, and we get away with it. Thus the understanding me and Aurora have adds to our convenience.
"Wow. Check her out at 12:00,"whispered Gaston. I could smell the whiskey on his breath. Clearly he had been drinking way earlier than me.
I turned to the direction of where Gaston's gaze was fixated. There she was the beautiful woman that caught my eye earlier that day. Something about her was humble and exotic all at the same time. It's like she knew she owned the most precious gem in the world but concealed it, so that she didn't come off too noticeable so no one could take it away from her. She didn't want to attract attention it seemed as she brought her arms to cover her neckline. Her timid smile was innocent and beautiful. I was drawn.
Gaston kicked his heels into her direction. I wanted to stop him, but there was nothing I could do. I was confined to the social constructs of publicly being with Aurora; through privately I wasn't only just with her. As Gaston headed in her direction my anger was infuriating, and I could feel my fists clench tighter and tighter. I tried to look away, but I couldn't. I looked on while sipping my libation. The internal struggle I was feeling, to go after her but couldn't, I knew was because she wasn't just some other girl. She was special. Go after her the way Gaston was, isn't enough for me. I wanted her on my arm- more than anyone had been on it.
I could see from a distance Gaston bow to her. Ugh, that stupid bow he does to girls. I could hear myself sigh out loud. She timidly smiled as she let him kiss her hand. Her red headed friend next to her looked on. Gaston and she seemed to have exchanged a few words but then she continued on to the punchbowl, with her friend.
I came to Gaston who looked dumbfounded.
"So, what did the lucky lady discuss with the incredible Gaston?" I chastised slightly.
"I feel humiliated. I need to get another drink, and lace it with my special brewing after that conversation," Gaston chided.
I looked at him curiously.
Gaston sighed, "I asked the usual where are you from I am Gaston, own taverns, etc.! etc.!"
"And?" I encouraged.
"Her name is Belle and she resides in France and she said she heard of my father's businesses. I asked her if she wanted to dance, and she said no thanks but that she was thirsty. When offered to get her a drink, she said she could do it herself."
"Ok? And of course you are humiliated by that-"
"BECAUSE! NO ONE SAYS NO TO GASTON," he fumed as he threw back the rest of the drink in his mouth.
"Well looks like someone did," I chuckled.
Gaston grunted and stormed off.
Belle I thought out loud. What a beautiful and fitting for that matter.
She and the red headed friend were chatting it up at the punch bowl. The way she giggled and brought the cup to her lips seemed very sweet. There were many beautiful girls at the dance, but something about Belle was more enticing. I couldn't tell you what it was exactly, but I knew I was going to find out.
SO WHAT DO YOU THINK? GOSH, ADAM HAS A LOT OF DOUBLE STANDARDS DOESN'T HE? KIND OF POMPOUS HUH? DOES HE GET ON YOUR NERVES? IF SO, THAT'S OK, I'VE DONE MY JOB. HE'S NOT PERFECT (NO ONE EVER IS) BUT IN THE MOVIE HE ISN'T EITHER UNTIL SOMEONE SHOWS HIM THE WAY. SO THE THEME FOR MY STORY IS SOMEONE WILL STILL SHOW HIM THE RIGHT WAY HERE AS WELL.
I WANTED GASTON TO BE IN THERE TOO, BUT AS A SON OF A CAPTAIN OF INDUSTRY, SO HE COULD FIT IN WITH THE NOBLES LIKE ADAM MORE AT THE UNIVERSITY. I STILL REMEMBER THE SONG IN THE ORINIGAL MOVIE OF WHERE HE SINGS ABOUT HIMSELF IN THE TAVERN DRINKING AND SOAKING IN ALL THE ALCOHOL- SO I WAS LIKE AH-HA! GASTON WILL HAVE A BUSSINESS ON NOT? HE'S STILL A SLEEZEBALL, BUT I FEEL LIKE A LOT OF PEOPLE PORTRAY HIM SO BADLY UNLIKE A SELECT FEW. I DON'T KNOW WHERE I WANT TO GO WITH HIS CHARACTER YET, BUT I HAVE AN IDEA…
AND PS- IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE WAY I'VE MADE THE CHARACTERS JUST DON'T READ IT. BUT IF YOU'RE INTERESTED ON WHERE MY VERSION MAY GO…STAY WITH ME HERE.
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