Some woman named Junith Chambers whom I wanted to avoid but at the same time felt an irresistible urge to converse about that certain uncomfortable prose, had finished receiving the greets and the admiration of the others as she ended her walk.

The hair was in a different posh fashion with the curls pulling away at first then magnetizing to the nape of her neck as they flourished to their ends. The Royal Blue hued dress that spread from her collar bone to the cupped knees threw me the impression that she was the same women in the same large party as her attire erected her adaptive characteristics.

I stood at a distance and requested a Spritzer in a hushed voice to only attract the bartender's attention but she followed through with a surprising outlook and a reply.

" Mr. Montgomery? "

I failed a silent moment then conquered the distance to achieve a talkative space.

" Please, call me Dion. I might not be on the list and if the organizers came to know, it won't be pretty. " I leaned in to publish my joke with a humerus print on my face.

Even though her abrupt state of mind did not catch it at first, she sat back in a haughty manner. Then covered her mouth to emit a loud comical whisper.

" I am one of the organizers. "

She answered with a quick simper and despite of my knowledge on that certain topic, I elongated the friendly banter.

" Well, this must be very awkward then. "

The bartender handed me the drink and from eavesdropping our chat without a looking and through the help of his bored, keen ears gifted me a sheepish sight of confusion as if I was a trespasser in this privileged party.

Indeed, I was being a fish out of water. Junith Chambers was sweating away for Venture, a wedding planning company who had the brilliant idea to photograph the intimates, the celebrated, the soon to be cherished and regretted moments which was stored away in the vault to be used in a Public Relation increase or an advert.

So, everyone who was invited were colleagues of course, with the rest of the young bodied men and women who were stepping out in the moonlight of their youth were all present and happy.

So, in a sense, in the midst of married fellows and the queens who were busy crafting for the perfect life ahead, with the vertigo of wondrous honeymoons. Among the bright, spotted pairs, I was a freshly divorced man and least of all, a lawyer who paid for his back dragged life by the money earned through broken up families.

" I was hoping to see Percy around. " She added after a wave to someone from the middle as she gleamed over my shoulder to spot Jordan's sticky bob of hair among the akin crowd.

" I'm sorry. He came down with something. I am Jordan's escort for the night. "

" That's nice of you. " She answered in her lively voice as she located the questionable presence of my drink.

I mistakenly, momentarily considered that gesture of it as an unspoken compliment towards me, for my optimism of keeping her dungeon a secret. I would not be able to get away through that blame either since every instance of her presence only pulled me towards the phrases that had the potential of starting a " real " talk.

" Are you okay. . to drink, I mean? " She poised a concern look to me, making the bartender a bit more uncertain about my wholesome, dubious characteristics.

" I am. But I might ask you to linger near for a moment or two if things become a bit. . volatile. "

I gifted her a genuine smile, the kind that you only showcase to some vaguely special people, for their high values, those smiles were rare and weren't for everyone.

" And I might say yes to a tempting offer. " And after a pause an answer came to solely provide a reason to jeer as she added, " I am already exhausted with all the talks about weddings. "

" Might be something to do with your job. " I answered laughingly at the break and she did not decline to the abstract indication to join along.

I was enjoying and somewhat surprised myself with my keen tone towards her, to smile properly, to answer in listening, in an appropriate way and attention that I rejected some time ago.

The first words were for Venture and then the subject erected around them through their networks which ended in some silly misdemeanor someone performed accidentally in a gravitated wedding.

I became hypnotized in a haze and became cautiously aware of every bits and bobs of whatever she did, whatever she said and everything else that tuned the atmosphere of their existence down before her. Everything revolved, orbited and completed the gyroscope around her.

In the middle of some half told joke, I drifted alone to the private thought that I had a good personification of her world.

The glued strands of hair childishly stuck to the border of her cheek, the grunted hum at the end of a sentence which finished itself in agreement as she sipped in her Cherry Sorbet. Then the glazed pair of lips, with the throbbed veins that started its strong latency from the middle of her throat and spread like a fire over to her chin as she laughed a bit too callously.

She was a liar. Or trying to be. Like the rest of us.

The rest of the happy faced bodies that walked around and stroke into conversations like they were on an electric tram line, laughed just in the necessary, polite tone, saying the only things they thought to be acceptable and could be received without further judgement.

We had all become colorless narration in books with no sense of explicitness or the vibrant lust of truth, no gaudy impish axiom.

She was being a camellion and a successful one with her draped Royal Blue attire that reflected justly on her fake tenderness, her phony, decoded smiles and unbreakable creases around her mouth where all the veracity were stuffed.

I snapped when she pondered for a moment in awkward hiatus then started her talk about the weather, a commonplace entity like that was just starting to gain an admiration from her with the hopes of a gratifying Mid Summer's spell.

The bartender reached an uncanny level of discomfort from my constant stare to him and decided to rearrange some already stored bottles at one far corner of this empty bar.

I defeated the small, mere distance between us in a space where I could easily hold her hand but that gay reason was not on my mind as I leaned forward onto the resplendent bottles of alcohol without looking at her once.

Just like the conspirators do.

" So, what did you decide about it? "

She was half in prose to deliver a question to me which held the idea of being another slight indication of her causeless care and I instantly regretted what I had said as I wondered about the end.

But, before it could be buried under quickly, she already felt the change in the wind.

" Um. . . about what? " Her brows clenched to establish her lack of understanding and stayed there along with a retracting smile as a cautious display.

" About the duration, the finance, what to expect, fallout and all the other things that made no sense to you. " I stared long at her brows in seriousness then shifted them around to see if anyone was around.

I was not aware of my expression and since there was no light smile, a dimple of any joke on my stone face, it gave her the grim, heavy idea that I mistakenly presented.

" It's best if we don't. . . we would rather talk about something else. "

After hearing that, I knew the night was over. Our Universal tone of meeting, which only seem to happen in the hands of fate or coincidence was demolished for the night and maybe for an uncertain, untold amount of time.

In the betwixt and between of the over made up couples, the dazzle and the gleam of a business advantage, I found her to be of interest. A type of intrigued she secreted out of her sealed mouths were too inviting not to stay away.

After those bundle of words, every smile would be far from enchanting and hold the sour taste of formality. Every look would be just a worried check of her secret and not as lovely as she could be.

So, I did not bother with being so pedestrian after all because after all, the night was over.

" Why can't we? " I exclaimed vociferously and she let a nervous flinch as response.

" That's all you can think of, isn't it?

When you aren't working or planning?

When you are alone? "

I halted to examine my stance, where I stood and there were no nouns made for the apparent emotion that carved onto her face.

" So, why not talk about it? " I grunted heavily for the last add to my inquiries.

An uncertain, invisible line was crossed by me or I felt at that second when I hid my eyes away to drink. After a sip caused me to return to my commandeering posture, she had become entirely different.

Junith Chambers was still sitting in front of me and her sticky strands of hair on her cheeks stayed there, that bone erected a sharp nose in the middle, the same drink wet gloss lips.

The truth was not stuffed away in the wrinkles around her face anymore. The emotions all started to seep out and as I was close enough to detect any crackle of her breath, I could feel the the infinite sadness that caught the air in a different smell with each sigh.

" It's fine, Dion. "

" Doesn't feel that way to me. "

" I have gotten over it. It was just another mistake. "

" Is it? Or that's what you say to everyone? By everyone, I mean. . . the ones who know. "

" You don't have to make something out of it. I made a mistake. . . doesn't everyone make a few once in a while? "

I tongued to grant another agonizing line before she straightened herself in jaunty hoist, with the alluring strands of hair breaking the alignment on her tender cheeks, to farther back away from me.

" I'm sorry to have dragged you into this. . . this strange thing. " She expressed the will and wanted to add nerve to halt my interruption.

" You can maybe fool yourself with what you say. But I can tell. You can't fool me. "

" I'm amazed by. . . how you find this so. . . amusing? "

She poked once more as she clasped a napkin in her fist then dismounted forth.

" I'm not. . . amused. I don't find this fun. I just want. . . to help. " I spoke, undoubtedly, aggravated.

" I hope Percy gets all well soon. I did miss him tonight. "

She wished health to someone who was not here but became special even though I was standing at a supportive arm's length, I failed to capture a sling of a smile, just a hurt pair of dismayed eyes that never ceased to reflect on my misunderstood affection as she floated away under the aristocrat, golden, halogen light under which no one knew anything personal about anyone in particular.

Where no one cared for her in a way I did.