Who would have thought that it is only just this morning that my whole life turned a major slide and I am invited for this dinner to simply make things officially acted? I don’t know what Sam’s real intentions about this one are, but it is basically done so that my parents won’t be surprised if they’ll wake up one morning knowing that their daughter is in a relationship with her childhood friend.
Though I occasionally check the whole perimeter of the hotel lounge (finding nothing out of sorts or a hidden camera perhaps), I slowly ease myself in the space. It is strange but at the same time, everything seems to be a complete comfort. And I start to wonder how Sam will feel staying at such a luxurious hotel for the time being. He could just go home from school every day, but that will be an additional hour trip for him; anyway, his family is of course, wealthy, being said to be part of the British nobility. Renting a five-star hotel for months or even years is a luxury that they could avail for free.
Slowly getting accustomed after few hours of being alone in the hotel, the television slowly turns out to be a company. I skip news channel where it is discussed that the Chitchatted UCD Gossip were the first ones who reveal Brión Siadhail’s real identity, and also me being Sam’s mysterious girl. Knowing that I won’t be able to avoid the gossip channels at all in the end of me, I finally decided to have a shower. Surprisingly, the cold water seems to settle my nerves and cold feet of everything that happened for just this one whole day alone.
The gossips were indeed hard to handle. Of course, I’ll certainly shy away from the countless stare of people by the time that I need to attend my classes next week. Thinking of walking down the halls from Roebuck to the College with people slowly murmuring about me, it starts to make me insane. Especially if Sam and Andrik are indeed ensuring that the only way to avoid such disgrace for me is if the world will know how special I am for Sam. And even though at the back of my head, I want to remember that Sam only asked me to be his girlfriend is all for the sake of the show we need to play, Airin’s words seem to contradict that thought of mine. Especially when she told me that she knew too well how madly in love Sam is of me… that only makes the scenario much worse.
And yet… I don’t even know if I should indeed…
I shake my head, dismissing the thought inside my head. I just move out of the shower by the time that my skin starts to wrinkle being in water for way too long than I intent of it.
Airin described me earlier one rogue dove, and I couldn’t do anything right now as I stand in front of the mirror to agree to her; because, she happens to be right about it after all.
The dress she had chosen for me is a white floor-length gown with a fitting form, high and round neck, sleeveless, a sheer overlay, and dusted with pearls and sparkly, light-catching bead-embellishment. She insisted me to also match it along with sequin embellished capelet with beaded chains and feathers cascading over my shoulders. And to complete the look is a black suede T-bar heels with crystal embellishment at front about four inches high. And damn her… I am never used with wearing heels at all.
But what completely makes me stand-out and be that “rogue dove” for her is the fact that even what hairstyle I set for my hair, it will always have that fiery effect. I’ll be having a dinner in one luxurious hotel such as Merrion, I can’t simply be in attendance of a loose hair, ending me to tie my hair in one elegant up-do. And since I don’t like applying any make-up on my face, I’ll keep up my natural features.
My phone vibrates against the wooden writing table, and only now that I remember how many times I notice its vibration but too scared at all to face a reality of reading another of Chitchatted’s message. But I am certainly a fool of not doing so, because I have a bunch of calls and text messages from my parents, Airin, Peter, few friends from high school, and Sam, himself. The most recent one is from Sam, only telling me that he’ll be here in the next three minutes.
And dammit, I just finished deleting the messages and calls I’ve received from the past few hours that I hear the soft chime of an alarm at the front door. Slowly making it to the door, I take a quick look at the peep hole and the fish-view that I see clearly shows that Sam is indeed the one standing outside, and I realize that he is fidgeting onto something. Within the next second, I am so surprised that the door opens up that I yelp, taking a quick step back, and I know that I am too fall, preparing then for that doom.
But it didn’t happen. I didn’t land against the carpet flooring of the hotel room. Instead, I feel Sam’s strong hands at my sides, holding me steady when he avoids my fall. But what completely almost take my breath away is how close our faces are to each other. There’s barely enough room to breathe, and when he inhales and exhales, the tender touch of the air he breathes tickles my skin. We are caught up in the moment of being about four inches apart.
He blinks and instantly moves himself away, helping me to straighten myself up. He clears his throat and mutters, shyly, “I’m sorry.”
I shake my head and stammer, “Thank you, actually.”
“It’s nothing,” Sam replies as he remains standing through the open main door. He then offers me his hand and asks, “Your parents are waiting for you downstairs. We don’t want them to wait for too long, do we?”
“Right.” I gulp hard as I take his hand. And it is surprising how a single touch right at this moment doesn’t feel awkward at all. I am so used with holding hands with Sam ever since we are little kids, but now that this hold has to have a meaning to anyone who sees us, it is different. I didn’t thought of it before how such a perfect match our hands are being together.
Sam draws me outside the room and locks the door. He ensures that it is lock before he ushers me down the halls. He places his hand by the small of my back in an assuring manner, and it causes me strange goosebumps when his thumb starts drawing lazy circles against my spine.
I awkwardly shift but he didn’t seem to realize that our closeness is another factor. I keep my hands in front of me. I didn’t realize that I’ve been clutching my phone too intently, not until Sam realizes it and comments about it, “Stop fidgeting, and let me have your phone.”
I frown. “And why would I allow you to?”
“Since I can predict that you don’t have any pocket, I can have my other pocket to any good use,” he answers.
I didn’t realize how properly dressed he is as well for this dinner. He is wearing one of his dark tailored suit, a different one from what he had been wearing earlier today. Also, he had abandoned his disguise wig and keeps that natural traitorous hair of his, and as well his sunglasses; but keep his scarf as his usual trademark. His aura right now… I don’t know, but for some reason, he is much more handsome. Well, for me, I prefer a man who is dressed in a suit completely hot.
I turn away, blushing. “No. There’s no need to. I won’t even break it even though how hard I grip.”
“I doubt that, Óinseach.” He chuckles, only flaring the warmth on my cheeks. “But don’t you have any trust with your boyfriend?”
I return my gaze at him. “You’re simply playing with me.”
Sam suddenly draws me closer to him, almost making me yelp, but I am glad that I am able to contain it. He reaches for my hand, successfully grasps my phone from my own hold and buries it on his pocket, before fully keeping his one hand deep on his pocket. He whispers close to my ear, “You completely think I’m playing with you? I much fear your father than my own. You better start knowing that I don’t have any time playing games with you. Might I remind you, I’ve already quit acting to enjoy a life completely free from some scripted-play.”
“N-No…” I mutter. “I completely understand that.”
“Good. Because you better be prepared. I am going to earn your father’s trust no matter you like it or not.
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