𝐓𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 : a Filipino term that means destiny and fate.
A famous ballet dancer, the Prima Ballerina, the graceful dancer, a half-asian dancer, who's adored by many.
Y/n Magindara has dedicated her life to dancing in ballet theaters ever since...
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Y/n was keeping herself occupied, for she noticed that Draco has been trying to get to her. She would just go to another way to avoid him and she would just simply talk to whoever approached her. It had helped her a lot.
But now, she's sitting outside of the Hotel, in the garden, drinking champagne and enjoying the beautiful sight that was beholden in front of her.
The leaves of the trees dancing with the wind, the lights illuminating the garden, the stars twinkling above the skies, the lake shimmering from the moon's light, and the moon glowing with its beauty.
She placed the wine glass down on the table, exhaling a deep sigh of relief and closing her eyes for a moment to feel herself being free from what bothered her even for a short time. It is just what she needed. It is what she was seeking, for the past weeks and only now she could claim it.
"Ms Y/n?"
However, that is what she thought.
She opened her eyes and turned her head to where she heard the voice. Then right and there stood a man in a black suit. He looked rather drunk, for he has bit trying to keep himself up and trying to fight his drunkenness.
No, he is not Draco, but it was the man - or rather this author should say a Baron from London, who travelled to France just to claim the young miss as his and who she didn't want to see because this baron has been trying to annoy her by telling to become his wife.
Of course, it disgust Y/n, seeing this man forcing himself to claim her even though she rejected him many times.
She doesn't even have the faintest idea of why Mr Lemmington was friends with this man right in front of her. "The half-witted man" that's what she thought of him.
"Ms Y/n." He said again. "I must tell you-"
"Whatever you are to speak, you must clearly know that my answer shall still be the same." She uttered. "Now will you excuse me, I must take my leave, for my time alone was ruined. Adieu."
She stood up from the chair, walking past the baron like he didn't exist.
However, this baron never wanted to give up. He didn't want to stop until he claimed this beautiful woman that everyone desires. He wanted to be that person, he wanted to be known as his husband. He wanted to take pride in it. He wanted her to be the one to bear him his heir or children.
So, he quickly grabs Y/n by the arm and pulls her back, wanting to speak to her again.
"Sir, that is highly rude for you to pull a lady aggressively. Are you not a Baron yourself? Surely that your Mama or your Papa taught you how to treat a lady." Y/n exclaimed, glaring at the young Baron.
