The actual event

Jasmine looked at her simple outfit once more. The day was not all about her yet, she was the highlight of the night. This was a highly decorated trap for an avaricious woman. One whose gluttonous behavior took away the innocence that came naturally to her.

This was not her ,yet it wasn't difficult to adopt. In this world, no one was born evil. It's the circumstances that make a villain. That was what the tremendous change in Jasmine proved right. The only thing that she felt guilty about was involving her brothers.

This, she could do nothing about. She stayed in the darkest corner of the room where she could easily watch the stage, This spot was the right place to spy on others without being disturbed or noticed. She was there to cause trouble for someone.

The fashion show was about to start as all the important guests took their rightful seats. She looked around admiring the spacious and impressive decoration of the room. A royal theme was used as all the chairs and tables were a mix of golden laced wares and white clothes.

The splendor of the lights in the room was a mixture of a modern palatial feel and a traditional Nordic vibe. Whoever was responsible for the decoration, did a wonderful job. She was poor all her life but knew how to appreciate good things in life. Who said that those with no wealth lacked good taste?

Jasmine knew that the desolate are the most appreciative of good things. They learn to see the beauty in simple and cheap things. How then would they fail to appreciate the glamour that came with having money? A smile graced her lips. She was in her outfit from before and felt comfortable in her environment.

Before her was a table that had a jug full of grape juice. She had a glass in her hand as she twirled the purple drink in the glass. " Do you mind if I join you? I think this is a good place to stay from the social environment," came a gentlemanly voice.

Jasmine's heart skipped a beat. How did the man find her hiding spot? Composing herself she continued gyrating her drink appearing nonchalant." Feel free." Lorenzo tried to read the expression on the girl's masked face but he saw nothing. The lighting was dim where they sat yet he immediately recognized her the moment his eyes fell on her.

The event had finally started. He had been invited to attend again and this time he didn't hesitate. He had an inkling that the girl would be present. He had contemplated how he had approached her the last time they met. History tends to repeat itself with him.

He was ignorant about treating women right. He was used to getting his way no matter what. That had cost him, someone, he treasured to death. The dance he had with Jasmine was no different from the way he had invaded his girl's privacy a few years ago. He still recalls how she had frowned at him.

She was a butterfly, beautiful and free. He had made it his mission to clip of her wings. His mission was a success. Initially, he thought that cutting her wings would make him happier. For a few seconds, it did but nothing more than that.

Once a butterfly loses its colorful wings, it could no longer fly. Unable to fly meant starving for a butterfly. Starvation would automatically lead to death. He had done that to Jasmine. Clipped of her beautiful wings making her beauty fade. then he closed all means for her to survive. He starved her of attention and love until she was suffocated to death.

a tear slipped out of his eyes. She was his butterfly. His beloved jasmine. Unfortunately, no matter how much he cried, she would not be resurrected. he chuckled through his pain, forgetting where he was. This, of course, attracted Jasmine's attention. She saw him wipe off his tear and chuckle alone like a mad man.

She had thought that seeing him in pain would relieve her own yet she felt nothing at all. He was one of the fish she had planned to catch. An opportunity had presented itself to her on a silver plate. she, like a queen, took it. " Excuse me, sir, Are you alright? " She asked holding her hand out to him.

Lorenzo looked back at the lady holding out her handkerchief. He took the piece of clothing and wiped away his tears. Composing himself, he felt the sudden urge to share his thoughts with her. " I was missing someone dear to me. Watching those models walk around, my mind automatically thought of her. "

Albeit the stoic expression on her masked face and in her emotionless eyes, Jasmine clenched her fist. 'What is this man talking about? Has he ever loved anyone more than himself?' she thought. Even so, she calmly continued," I am sorry to ask, Was she also a model?" she internally scoffed.

What model nonsense. She was better than any that walked the podium. Being poor was not a limiting factor for her in regards to her confidence and self-esteem. At least before she met the devil who took that from her. Jasmine had always loved her figure and body. She didn't need to apply any product to her skin to feel beautiful.

she knew that she was beautiful. A natural beauty. She exercised and watched her figure well, took care of her hair and nails. She was comfortable in her body. One of the main reasons why she wore anything. She had always known that her outer beauty was superficial and could fade away with age. What mattered to her was her heart.

Lorenzo smiled though his heart ached." She was not a model. She was better looking than any model that I have set my eyes on. She was a butterfly. Graceful in her walk, merciful in her talk, and precious in her actions. She was innocent and forgiving. Sometimes, I wish she had been a little bit mean.

Jasmine was my butterfly. I had not known the meaning of the word love. She taught me about it through her actions. She was the only one who tolerated my bad manners until the very end. Jasmine was and will always be my redemption and my saving grace."

He wished to say more. He wished to say that, She was his first love. He wished to say that he was sorry for taking her life by his own hands. He wanted to apologize to her for all the mean words he ever said. He desperately wanted to fall on his knees and pray to whichever God was listening to bring her back to him.

He wanted to confess his sins to her and ask for penitence. he wished for her mercy to save his drowning soul. She had taken a part of it with her the day she decided to leave him forever. He could feel the tears brimming in his eyes once more. He looked away feeling embarrassed that someone saw him crying.

Jasmine watched him trying to hide his pain. He had never outgrown the habit. "It's not a crime to cry you know. Even men have the right to cry when things become too hard. Crying makes you normal. You also feel pain the same way women do. I hope that you do not think of crying as a weakness. It is not just women who cry. Men cry too because they are human."