02-28-2024, 02:11 AM
Carter was a man on a mission, fueled by a mix of hope and desperation, searching for Colette, the woman who occupied every corner of his heart. He had rehearsed this moment in his mind a thousand times, imagining a grand reunion where he would win back her affection. Yet, nothing could have prepared him for the sight of her entering the room. Colette was a vision in silvery blue, her gown cascading around her like moonlight on water, her blonde hair artfully arranged to accentuate her features. Her mask, vibrant and delicately feminine, added an ethereal quality to her presence, making her seem untouchable, a goddess among mortals.
But it was the man by her side that brought Carter's fantasies crashing down. Tall, confident, handsome and strong, he was everything Carter feared. A surge of jealousy ignited within him, fierce and consuming. The sight of Colette, so radiant and seemingly content, on the arm of another man was a blow he hadn’t anticipated.
Before he could succumb to the bitter cocktail of emotions threatening to overwhelm him, a voice cut through his thoughts. "Sir?" she inquired, an eyebrow raised as if she saw through his façade. It was a mere waitress.
Carter’s head snapped towards her, annoyance flashing in his eyes. "What?” he responded sharply, the word laced with his frustration.
"Do you even know whose party this is?" she asked quietly, a hint of suspicion in her tone.
Taken aback, Carter found himself at a loss for words. His mind raced, but no plausible explanation came to him. Before he could muster a response, the waitress was whisked away by another guest, leaving him in a growing sea of uncertainty.
Realizing the precariousness of his situation, Carter knew he needed to regroup. Colette's attention was the prize, but now was not the time for rash actions. With a resolve hardened by necessity, he decided to bide his time, to wait for the perfect moment to reveal himself to her.
But it was the man by her side that brought Carter's fantasies crashing down. Tall, confident, handsome and strong, he was everything Carter feared. A surge of jealousy ignited within him, fierce and consuming. The sight of Colette, so radiant and seemingly content, on the arm of another man was a blow he hadn’t anticipated.
Before he could succumb to the bitter cocktail of emotions threatening to overwhelm him, a voice cut through his thoughts. "Sir?" she inquired, an eyebrow raised as if she saw through his façade. It was a mere waitress.
Carter’s head snapped towards her, annoyance flashing in his eyes. "What?” he responded sharply, the word laced with his frustration.
"Do you even know whose party this is?" she asked quietly, a hint of suspicion in her tone.
Taken aback, Carter found himself at a loss for words. His mind raced, but no plausible explanation came to him. Before he could muster a response, the waitress was whisked away by another guest, leaving him in a growing sea of uncertainty.
Realizing the precariousness of his situation, Carter knew he needed to regroup. Colette's attention was the prize, but now was not the time for rash actions. With a resolve hardened by necessity, he decided to bide his time, to wait for the perfect moment to reveal himself to her.