48 Library of Mages 8 (1/2)
I waited in front of Emily's dormitory, wearing a black suit that I just bought. Emily's father organized a gala event for today, which had a strict dress code. Thankfully Emily told me what to buy, so now I looked like a rich second generation. But Emily didn't look like a kid dressed in expensive clothes.
Going down the stairs, she was like a goddess descending from heaven. Black silky hair melted into her pitch-black dress. Angelic face and devilish body, a combination that could make any man crazy, and made my heart beat twice as fast.
When she reached the bottom, my head was empty of any thoughts, there was only her. She held up her hand and cautiously as if she was the most precious treasure in the world, I grasped it. Full of smiles, we unhurriedly walked towards the exit of the University campus. There a limousine was waiting for us, with Kamal beside it.
Similarly, he was wearing a suit. His arrogant demeanor was still there, and the suite only made it worse. ”Who is that?” he asked while looking at me.
”My plus one,” Emily responded. ”Don't even try, he is coming with me.”
”Doesn't matter, I was only told to bring you there. Whit him or not as long as you are there it won't matter. At least to me.” He opened the door and let us in, after closing after me, he went to the front and sat beside the driver.
Sitting in the expensive leather seats, I watched the scenery outside the window change.The drive took an hour, we drove through a massive gate and arrived in front of a huge villa. No, at this point it looked more like a castle. A butler opened the car door and with a slight bow waited for the two of us to exit the car.
”It's good to see you again, Miss Emily. Your father is awaiting you.” The Butler said. His course voice fit perfectly his elderly appearance and the butler demeanor. ”He is now in the ballroom attending to guests. Let me accompany you and… your friend there.”
”Thank you, Norman.”
It didn't seem like Norman the butler liked me. It was nothing more than a feeling, if he was really acting, then he is a master at it. Entering the villa my eyes flew from side to side absorbing the exquisite paintings, sculptures, vases, everything looked grand and expansive. Classical music chimed in the background as we walked through the corridors, some guests were talking here and there.
Approaching the ballroom, the music got louder, and the chatter of people became more prevalent. When Norman opened the double door, music bursting from the musicians playing on the stage and about a hundred people, all dressed up in fancy clothes and shining jewelry.
”It was custom made.” ”Did you hear about the war in Lastran?””How was…” chatter coming from every corner, smell of food and alcohol, and bright clothing, everything screamed Elite! It was truly something not many could witness.
”What now?” I asked.