51 Why are you here?

Suiters, something that would never happen to me not that I wanted it too. All I wanted was one male just for me. Is that too much to ask?

"Gray, honestly. Why are you here?" he asked finally trying to make conversation flowing.

"My aunts wanted me to do something and I need wait for results. Then I can click my shoes and go back to Kansas." I answer even though I was sure why I answered, "Enough about me. Let's hear about you, what's a nice guy like you doing here alone on a Friday night?"

"Well, your cousin said she had something important wanted to meet." He said bitterly.

"Then she called and cancel?"

It wasn't unusually for Diana, our goddess to put more important things first. I remember her and grandmother missing my tenth birthday party because there was a murderer on the lose who was going to kill people. They liked to play hero and they were well loved for it.

I'm not sure what he meant about that so I touch his arm trying to comfort him. I saw a tear slid down his cheek and I lean in about kissing it away but paused realizing that this wasn't me.

"You're lovely." He said tracing a finger along my jaw seductively.

The bottles of vodka on the bar exploded, making people scream. It was my queue to leave and take my curse with me. Nothing goods comes from fighting against fate.

"Save that thought until you hear what I have to say," I said warily, "I think you should leave, travel the world and just draw naked woman I heard it does wonders to any male. Then if you can't forget her come back and tell her."

His jaw drop, stun.

"But,"

"No. Just think about it, okay,"I said leaning in to kiss him the cheek. "Bye,"

The words he needed to hear but no one had said what needs to be said. I walk away having done the right thing but it didn't make me feel any better. I need to escape and collect my thoughts.

Moving down pass the mass of bodies I push my way until I walked into the bathroom. I lean over the sink and wash my face. My heart beat vigorously as I leaned on the glass mirror. I could not believe what I had almost done. This was not the me I know, it would seem that something more was wrong with me. The devil must have done something.

That kiss from Knight was impossible. It would be better if I could see him as a friend or enemy. I think he had no intention of harming me, taking a step back I look at myself.

The girl in the mirror was not me. I wasn't sexy with curves in the right places. My figure is really thin and flat because I've been really broke. If I could eat more I would. My facial features were noting Magnificat. I had a strong nose and large eyes but other than that I never could be a beauty. The bowl was my last hope, vaguely I remember Knight promising to get it for me. There was nothing to attract a man like Roy or Knight.