Blue Blood and Belgium Chocolate

|21| The Blasted Party

PRINCE JASPER

The nose is finally out of his books, and he doesn't like it.

FABIANNE REFUSES TO take her eyes off of herself. She's twirling at the floor-length mirror in her dressing room, the ladies sitting outside waiting to escort her to her 26th Birthday Ball. Her dress is... extravagant. 

Then again so was the whole theme. 

Goddess: The Path of Light. 

I want to be happy for her but as I'm crammed in an all white suit with a blue tie and glitter in my hair and cheekbones that prickles my skin, you'd understand why I'm feeling a little scratchy. 

I'm well aware that scratchy is not quiet an adjective, some would argue it's a verb but in present situation - I can't think of a better suited word for it. It's taking a lot of effort to control my non-existent temper and not rip this outfit off and rush off to the comfort of my room, my books and also - most importantly, get this dratted glitter off my face. 

Fabianne is what's holding me in this dratted outfit, heaven knows where Pierre manage to find. I don't even dare voice out my complaints for how upset it might make her that not everyone is enjoying their costumes. 

 Fabianne on the other hand is practically delighted with her dress, I would know because I helped her choose it. She's already twirled three times and is giggling in a way that makes me wonder if she's already had a drink. 

"What do you think?" She asks me beaming, her smile wide and her eyes shinning. 

Since Dylan's break in, Fabianne has been anxious about having the party, the risks aren't unknown to her. She'd thought she had to cancel the event but surprisingly, with mums advice she didn't. Now, it's like all the deep-rooted love for parties is shinning through. She's drunk on it, thrilled that she still can have this chance to celebrate her birthday.

If it's not abundantly clear, I'm not one for parties. They hindered me from the precious time I had to spend reading. I didn't mind being alone in my room reading about parties, but to partake in one? It's a whole mess I'd rather not go to. 

To be frank, in the family, it always felt like her and Adaliz were the only one's who enjoy parties. 

I glance at the gold dress, Pierre had told her it was made to look like dripping gold. He didn't exaggerate. The sleeveless gown flickers in the light, catching it. The dark hues at the bottom made it look like my sister was dressed in a gold drop. 

"You look like Midas's daughter," I say. 

She blows a lock of auburn hair back, and gives me a mock annoyed face, but I see in her eyes she's pleased. Her face and body is covered in glitter, she shines as she moves. Her face, normally young and pretty has a sculpted effect most girls tonight could only hope for. It made her look ageless.

She does another twirl marveling herself in the mirror. "It really does look like gold."

I smile.

I don't share the same excitement as she does.

And no, I'm not that selfish that it has to do with what I'm wearing. 

I've worn a lot of completely ridiculous garments of clothing. 

No, my mind is anxious, sometimes, I worry, a little eager about the person I'm trying to crack. Dylan. I want to see this man, who he is because its enough to bring fear into Daegan's eyes.