"I want to know why he chose fire when he could've had honey. I want to know why the devil defied God." ࿏♖ 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗 ♖࿏
✒ Graphic Depictions of Violence
✒ Mature Language
✒ Sexual Content
✒ Mental Health, Self-Harm, Suicide, Homicide, Murder...
My eyes scan the faces of every man sitting around me. Some faces are dull, some are happy, some are dead and some are alive. But none are Gabriel. My heels click against the carpeted floor softly, a small pat pat sounding quietly in my ears. Julien skillfully moves through the crowd, a silver tray propped up by his wrinkly old hands. His eyes must have caught sight of my empty glass because he immediately walks away from the dumb and ditzy purple head, clearly throwing herself at every man she can, and struts right up in front of me.
"Chardonnay, Madame?" He inquires before placing the wide glass in my hand. I give him a nod of acknowledgment as he walks back into the crowd, disappearing amid the drunk elite. I feel an arm snake around my waist, and the faint smell of mint dances across the tendrils of my nose.
"Zachary."
"Mirabelle."
My champagne dress isn't anything too special. Its satin-silk material clings to my waist loosely, opening up wider as my body curves inward; neck decorated with tiny Swarovski diamonds chained in a rose gold hooping necklace, probably less than a centimeter wide, you'd barely notice it was there, but in case you did you'd know not to doubt its worth. Matching my necklace, a glorious ring sits on my left ring finger. Its rose gold metal embellished with small crystals of diamond and even smaller crystals of emerald all building up to the much larger turquoise green sapphire sitting in the middle of it all. Zach's hand goes down to envelope my own, letting me catch a glimpse of his own uniquely blue, green, and rose-colored ring.
