Masquerade Party (Encounter Part 2)

When Mr. and Mrs. Houston started walking towards their table on our front. Mom and Dad left me alone on our table coz' I said to them that I can manage myself so that they can talk to other business peoples.

I find myself walking towards the buffet table. It's a self-service meal. My Dad and my Mom won't eat much if we're on an occasion like this. There's this trick or I don't know if you call that trick. I started picking a small portion of each food, Dad taught me this so that I can taste everything and I cannot be satiated right away. I need to balance my meals.

When done. I walked towards our table and left the food there because I will grab some drinks.

As I walked gracefully in the middle of socializing people. I can see that they're slowly fixing their gazes at me. The girls or ladies who's near me started gossiping.

"She's so pretty."

"Ew she looks like a snob"

"Duh, maybe you just don't know her."

"She's pretty but I'm starting to hate her, she gets so much attention." Oh.

"Such an attention seeker." The same person said.

I lowered my head. Then turn my head to look at the person who's commenting negatively about me. She's pretty but her attitude isn't. I'm taller than her that's why I lowered my head.

I looked at them then I sweetly smiled at them. They stopped and gasped. So I turned around and walked to where I'm supposed to go.

As I reached the bar (where the drinks are) I said to the bartender that I want an apple juice. I know that they have it because Mom told me.

The bartender seemed surprised at my appearance and seems like he didn't hear what I ordered so I snapped my fingers right in front of his face for him to return on his trance and people it worked!

I wonder why do people here look so surprised when I'm near them? Lol.

I smiled at him and repeated the same thing I said earlier that I want an apple juice. :))

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I started walking when I've already received my apple juice and mutter my thanks.

I'm still walking when I bumped into someone. It's a guy. My apple juice spilled on his tuxedo. Because of panic I let go of the glass but due to my quick reflexes, I manage to kick my right foot sideways just enough to not break the glass and quickly catch it.

I look at the guy in front of me and he seems dazzled.

"Uh? I'm so sorry mister." I apologized.

He stilled then started talking "You manage to catch that!" He said in an appealing and husky voice. Oh so he's surprised by my action and his voice is very nice.

"Oh. It just happens because of quick reflexes. Again I'm so sorry. I'm Isabelle by the way." I introduced myself to him. He just nodded. "Oh no my apple juice," I added and pouted. What a waste of drink.

"It's okay. You are indeed very pretty what's more if you remove those masks and don't pout you can just get another one." Once again his voice is very nice but he's cold.

"Okay. By the way, you seemed like you know me. Do you know me? May I know you?" I curiously asked.

"Yeah, I know you. You'll know me later. I'll just change my suit." And with that, he walks away.

After he went away. I came back again to the bar to get a drink. The bartender seems mesmerized by my look again and I ordered the same. My apple juice.

When done I started walking. Carefully this time. I don't want my apple juice to spill again on someone.

I reached our table, thankfully. I started eating the foods that I took earlier. Mom and Dad are still busy socializing. I finished eating all the food on my plate. I saw Mom and Dad dancing in the middle of the hall. Their eyes filled with love for one another, I took a sip from my apple juice and savor the flavor.

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Minutes have passed, my Mom and my Dad are still dancing. I just keep on watching them because they're so sweet. I smiled to myself. I'm in my deep thoughts when somebody covered my view away from them and now my head is facing towards the hand in front of me.

I looked up because I'm sitting and the person in front of me is standing he doesn't wear a mask. I forced myself to maintain eye contact with this guy, despite being wildly intimidated. To say this guy looked good would be an understatement of extreme proportions. I could see how gorgeous he looked in a suit, it sculpting his figure, tightened in all the right places to draw the eye to his toned physique. I struggled to stop staring at his slightly bulging biceps and long, elegant legs.

Then it clicked me. He seems very familiar then I remembered;

"Are you the guy that I bumped and spilled my apple juice earlier?" I ask not sure if it was him.

"Yes." He answered. That voice! It's him.

"You're so handsome." I blurted out. I immediately covered my mouth.

He just nod then chuckled.

He offered his hand again. "May I have the pleasure of dancing with you?"

Who could turn down such a request? Not me. So I stood up and answered. "Why not? Let's dance!"

He grabbed my hands and gently placed them on his arms and we lead our way towards the middle of the hall where other people are dancing.

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They dance there gracefully, arms were on each other not minding other people's businesses. They both knew that many people are staring at them dancing and they feel like they're close to each other. As if they were the only ones dancing in the middle of the hall. Isabelle enjoyed dancing with him. She didn't feel uncomfortable with him.

"So can you tell me what's your name?" She asked him.

"I'm Isaac Houston, it's a pleasure meeting you Isabelle. I never thought that you were THIS beautiful." He answered and Isabelle blushed.

"That's why you know me. I don't know who you are because you weren't there when Mama Laurel and Papa Liam were talking to me." She slightly smiled. He stiffened.

"Wow. You called them Mama and Papa?"

"Yes. That's what I want to call them because Grandpa and Grandma do not suit them and they seem fine with it." She honestly said.

"And they are even okay if you call them Grandpa and Grandma. Well, that's a first. You're the first woman who my grandparents allowed to call them Grandpa and Grandma as well as Mama and Papa." Isaac never expected that his grandparents like Isabelle.

"Oh," she smiled remembering how good and kind his grandparents are. Then they just kept on dancing to the slow music.

Meanwhile, her parents and his grandparents were thrilled and silently watching them while there are smiles crept into them. They shipped these two as a couple!

Isabelle notices something on Isaac's face.

She asked him why he looked so lonely, which prompted a laugh.