Love is beautiful and whoever said otherwise had no idea what love was. Maybe whatever I was experiencing wasn't love, maybe it was just an infatuation, a tiny sip from what love actually is. It didn't matter if it was lust or love or infatuation, what mattered was that I was happy.
I stared straight at the man sitting in front of me, busy serving me a plate of spaghetti. I honestly wasn't hungry but I was going to eat every bit of that as long as I spent time with this man in front of me. We were at the back of the beach house, Mrs Anderson had taken Camy out and I was having the time of my life.
"You look really beautiful." I smiled at him.
"You beat me to that." I told him.
"How do you like the meal?" I gave him a nod. The food was amazing but I was sure he would taste much better. This was life, I thought to myself as he grabbed my hand and placed a peck at the back of it. I really didn't want this to ever end. We barely even touched our food when Ed-Sherman's Perfect began playing. It soothed my raging heart just a little bit before it had no control of it again.
'Baby, I'm dancing in the dark
With you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass
Listening to our favourite song
When I saw you in that dress
Looking so beautiful
I don't deserve this
Darling, you look perfect tonight
Chris sang along with the music and I let the tears roll down my eyes. I had never felt so special before, and he made me feel just that way. He stood up from his seat, and pulled me up, holding me close to him as he waltzed back and forth to the repeat of the song. I loved this, I loved this so much and I didn't want it to ever end.
Things were going rather smoothly between me and Chris, I got to know him better than before and it only had my feelings grow. The only thing that wasn't great was our sneaking around, trying to hide our relationship or whatever it was from Camy. There were many occasions when she had almost caught us. Like the time I was in Chris's room, his hand was up my top and his lips were latched on my neck. Camy had gotten the habit of not knocking, just badging in and that was what she did that afternoon. We were only saved because right before she came in Chris's hand was no longer fondling my breast and it was much easier to get up. This was the reason we decided that maybe it was time to tell her and we were going to do that over dinner.
I was seated in my vanity, through the mirror, I could see the outfit that laid on my bed, just like Chris and everything that surrounded him, it was elegant and classy. It was a simple short sleeveless gold dress, with her low cut at the back. The cut was not that low, as it didn't show too much. I knew that when he picked the dress, he was trying his best to not make me uncomfortable. At the waist of the gown was a glittery band that I swore was going to lose all it's glitter when I was done nervous picking it tonight.
The shoes he picked were black stilettos, and they matched the purse that laid by the side of the dress. For jewelry, he picked only a pair of dropping earrings, simple yet elegant. After staring into space for a while, I took the initiative to start dressing up as we obviously didn't have all night.
I would have started with my make up, but since it was simple, I decided to do it after. I put on my dress and my earrings before moving to the makeup. It was very quick but I made sure it didn't look too bad. I put on my stilettos, grabbed my purse and took a deep breath. It was time.
I came down the stairs, my eyes on my pause as I tried to figure out how the damn thing looked like. I had put on the dress and shoes with no issues, I didn't understand why there had to be an issue with the tiny purse in my hands. I contemplated leaving them behind, but I decided not to seeing as it helped me complete my look. When I finally got the hang of it, I was already down the stairs and Infront of a very handsome Chris. He wore a black tuxedo that made him look as sweet as ice cream and his hair was sleeked back to bring out his face. The last time I saw him dressed like this, he had gone to a gala where he was announced the richest man in the country. I wanted to lick even though that sounded weird, I just didn't care. He looked so edible, like those goodies that tasted so good but just were no good for you.
"You look so nice." I commented, nice actually had nothing on him. His mouth which he had let agape as he stared at me suddenly went shut.
"You beat me to that," he grumbled, eliciting a shrug and snort from me. He opened his mouth to say something, but he was interrupted by an impatient little girl.
"Daddy. Anna!! Can we get going?" She whined out before grabbing my hand and pulling me with her. We got to the car, and after successfully placing her at the back, I went to my door, only to have it opened by a certain gentleman.
"Did I tell you you look gorgeous tonight?" He whispered in my ear as I slipped into the passenger's seat and my response to his question was a blush which he smirked at. The drive to the restaurant was quick with a song I knew nothing of playing from the radio. Chris had already made a reservation for us so the waiter simply took us to our table.
We started off we some appetizers, and as we ate I felt someone's fingers crawl up my hand, very sneakily. I stared Chris down, silently warning him to take his hand off me. When he paid me no heed, I yanked my hand away from him. We were here to talk to his daughter and until we did so, I wasn't going to let him touch me. My actions didn't pass Camy by as she looked at us for a while before speaking up.
"What's going on." She asked with squinted eyes and I felt my heart jump to my throat at the possibility that she might not approve of this. If she didn't, there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. Chris loved her Just the way I loved her and if our relationship made her uncomfortable, then I was sure we were both going to end it.
"Uhmm princess." I watched his hand rest on the table, showing that he was dead serious. "Anna and I have to tell you something." She looked between the both of us, then raised an eyebrow asking us to carry on. This was where Chris was stuck, stuttering like a mess. I had never seen this side of Chris before, so I realized that even if he acted like he wasn't worried, he was.
"Your father and I like each other." I blurted out, not liking the quiet tension. Chris looked at me with widened eyes as if asking why I did that. I simply shrugged and looked at the little girl in front of us. She had a slight frown on her face, and her lips were set in a pout, so I knew that this just wasn't going to end well. I bit on my lips and watched her like a hawk, waiting for her next reaction. When she stood up, tears began to line my eyes and my heartbeat increased by a notch.
"I want to use the restroom." She muttered and when I moved to take her there, she snapped out a 'no!' whilst crossing her arms. "I want daddy to take me." I distraughtly sat down back and looked down, letting Chris take his daughter away. I scrambled through my bag, in search of a handkerchief to wipe my tears. When I saw none, I settled for my hands. Wiping any stray tears that fell from my eyes. I was too distracted with wiping my eyes that I hadn't noticed them come back, not until I felt a hand on my back and I heard her voice.
"Anna? Why are you crying?" I looked up very quickly and saw Camille with a worried and confused look. I shook my head now because I thought that the moment I opened my mouth, I was going to become a crying mess.
"She's sad because you think you are upset." Chris said
"But I'm not mad. Anna. I like you, so you can like daddy" she held onto my cheeks and made me look at her as she passed me a big smile. It was so contagious that I gave her one of my own in return, before hugging her so tight.
"Do I have to call you mummy?" I shook my head at that question.
"Your father and I are not married, Camy and even if we were, you still don't have to call me Mummy, you get to still call me Anna."
"Okay." She said quietly before we went back to eating.
By the time we got home that night, Camy had fallen asleep in the car and so her father picked her up and took her to her room. I waited outside by the porch, my hand was resting on the glass railing as I looked up to the sky. The stars lined up the night sky, making it look glittery and pretty, like a blanket of glitter where the moon was laid. It was just as I liked it. My eyes moved around and when I sighted a shooting star, I quickly closed my eyes.
"What did you wish for?" He questioned from behind me and wrapped his arms around me to grab hold of the glass railing.
"I don't know where this is going to end, but I really want this to last." I muttered. I really wanted this to last because if I was to be honest, this was one of the best things to happen to me, ever since my brother died.
"It's going to. I know that for sure." He laid a kiss on my exposed shoulder and I shivered at the contact. I leaned in to his hold, my eyes closed and I basked in his affection. This was where I wanted to be.
Life is hard, no doubt about that, you want it to go one way but it ends up going the other way. However, with a little patience and luck on your side, life may just end up turning around just for your sake. Life happened to me first, then i; then it turned to me again.
