-Eleonora-

April 17th, 634 days to go so I can be divorced. Oh yes, I am still counting the days till freedom till there I have to keep on playing this part. And oh how I missed playing Mr.Maxwell's wife in such a big event like the one we are at now.

Remember the poor girl who's almost stepmother is younger than her? The one who has an very wealthy father, owns one of the most expensive hotel chains in America?

I bet you remember the Cordova's!

Well, today, Everly's biggest nightmare is coming true, her father Richard Junior Cordova is marrying Paris, the 20th year old girl now can marry... So here we are at this big fancy place to marry them.

I had a grey satin long dress, with white heels and a white purse. At least it wasn't freezing like in Sarah and Damien's wedding. Blase has a grey suit matching my dress, I don't want to brag but I picked our clothes, and we look AMAZING but this is still boring.

Don't get me wrong, it's not like I don't love weddings or I don't like this kind of event, but when you're at this type of thing and faking everything from your relationship to who you really are it's quite hard and not really fun at all

Although this peculiar wedding is bringing some sense of curiosity into me, Mr Richard and Paris are not the usual type of lovers that you see specially because they're not lovers at all you can tell very well that she doesn't love him and only his money but HEY from what I know I can be wrong... although it's very unlikely so.

I am most of the time, always, right.

The ceremony wasn't anything special, they throw off some love quotes and said 'I do'. The usual. They walked the guest to a big salon, decorated with table and chairs, and a small space probably to dance near the columns.

From up the stairs it appeared our view the newlyweds, the guests clapped happily and cheered them as they walked downstairs.

The couple sat down to eat and the guests did the same, the food was good, it was hotel food how couldn't be good? Although I missed pastries, it seems that rich people don't eat pastries.

After lunch the guests gathered to talk and dance, although the dances were from extremes from waltz to 2010 pop, I bet Madonna is not playing because she wasn't born on that time.

I was playing with the napkin on my table just to pass time while Blaze kept pissing me off "Are you still mad?"

"You think?" I answered with a stern face

"You totally misunderstood. I did not laugh at you, this is ridiculous" Blaze rolled his eyes while sipping on his drink

"I didn't! I saw you!" I claimed, Blaze was about to answer back but he is interrupted by a manly figure who approaches us greeting us "Here they are"

I looked up catching a glimpse of a known pair of eyes "Mr.Finnegan"

He smiled at me, I got up and embraced him. "Mrs. Maxwell you look ravishing today" he said making me smile, he turned to Blaze while greeting him too. "Mr.Maxwell how are you "

"Mr. Finnegan" Blaze greeted while shaking his hand

"I present you my wife, she wasn't able to appear at your weeding" Mr. Finnegan said looking at me. I looked around finding behind him aver pretty lady on her 50's around the same age of Mr.Fenningan.

"Hello Mrs.Finnegan" I smiled, she came close surprising me and evolving me in a big hug

"Hello dear, I have heard great things about you," she said near my ear.

"All from Mr.Finnegan?" I asked in a tone of doubt

" I have heard it all. You are one of a kind" she smiled "and you look stunning dear" she said while touching my dress

"Thank you" I smiled at her kindness

"The music is playing. Mrs.Maxwell would you give me the honor of a dance?" Mr. Finnegan asked as a soft ballad started, his hand extended in front of me. I gave a soft smile and took his hand, accepting his request.

"Mrs. Finnegan would you like a dance?" Blaze asked standing up extending his hand towards the older woman

"Of course, young gentleman" she smiled, we took of to the ballroom. I held Mr.Finnegan's hand and we dance as the waltz began

"I haven't seen you in a long time" he commented while we danced

"Yes... Since we my marriage I believe" I recalled

"That's true I haven't seen you both in almost a year" Mr. Finnegan realized "How have you been? How is marriage"

"Marriage is..." I looked over his shoulder and saw Blaze dancing, memories of this almost one year of marriage crossed my mind "...complicated"

Mr. Finnegan laughed while twirling me around "If you said it was easy then your marriage would be going on the wrong direction" He said leaving me dumbfounded "A lot of people when they see movies tend to believe the happy ending is when two people marry but that is a big lie. Marriage is only the begging. It's when two people are finally together, alone from the world, they eat together, cook, do the laundry, sleep, they create their own space safe from the outside world" Mr.Finnegan explained, I took in his words hoping to one day have what he was talking about

"I guess marriage is harder than gambling" I commented, since last time I talked with Mr.Finnegan he recalled that my father was the owner of most of LA casinos, it was a sort of inner joke.

"Ah yes... But marriage can be somewhat compared to playing" he smiled

"How so?" I asked

"A good marriage is one where each partner secretly suspects they got the better deal" He responded giving me a wink. The song ended and another waltz started "I loved our dance Mrs.Maxwell, however you have to excuse me I need to take this one with my partner" he smiled while walking near his wife "The most beautiful woman and the partner of my life"

"Oh Wallace, don't make me blush" Mrs.Finnegan said, her cheeks red but her face full of happiness. When I realized they were both happily dancing and I found myself in front of Blaze.

I gulped nervously, I do not intended to dance with him. He lifted an eyebrow probably wondering what to do "Dance you two, like a couple" Mrs. Finnegan claimed smiling at us two

I looked over at his troubled face so I took a deep breath and took the first step walking away from the dancing floor when a hand grabs my arm pulling me over to the dance floor and almost into his chest.

I was taken by surprise and I also scared to look up at his face, I tried to calm myself although his hand grabbing mine and the other on my hip were making it hard to forget this closeness, this abnormal moment we were on.

As our bodies were near too each other, not too close or smashed into each other, they were at perfectly tolerated distance but whenever he moved, the soft fabric of outfit brushed my dress.

His hand gripped it mine softly and the music began, so he guided us, twirling calming and pacing through the floor at the sound of the simple piano. There was no voices, only the calm piano playing on as we danced through the floor.

( song playing: please notice by Christian Leave on piano)

The melody got progressively fast, sweeter yet with a inch of hurt. I couldn't look at him while we danced, I simply let him guide us.

Though this dance was relatively ironic " we didn't even had our first dance" I whispered to myself. Now we were dancing, just because?

"Well we are having it now" he claimed making me look up at him, he was already gazing me, his grey eyes seemed to shine, maybe it was from the strong light of the big crystal chandeliers.

My body felt numb being so close to him, he had a strange impact on me, maybe it was due to my hatred but lately it seems I am always blaming it on my hatred and it's starting to not make any sense at all. Or maybe, just maybe, we can blame it on the margaritas I had, that way I would be less worried.

I would be less worried, if this quick heart palpitation is due to the school, the same goes to my tingly hands, and belly aches.

I should close my eyes taking some breath and not look at the way his lips are pressed together in a thin line, or the way he had an eyebrow scrunch plastered in his face while looking at me, or the way his expressions seem softer when I would catch a glimpse of him looking.

I shall blame this paranoia on alchool.

"Are you still mad at me?" I heard him ask

I wasn't but now that he remind me of it, now I am. I closed my eyes shaking my head " Yes" I answered

"I promise you I did not laugh" he claimed

"I heard you"

"You didn't. You think that you did..."

"That wasn't something you could've laughed off to or agreed with"

"I did neither"

This conversation reminds me from earlier today why I am mad at him. It all started when I was preparing myself to leave.

- - -

I looked over at the mirror with a smile, although this dress wasn't tight up to my body it was really beautiful, I liked this type of dress I felt like a princess in it.

I did light makeup, a smokey grey shadow covering my eye and black shadow for the eyeliner, lots of highlight, and a nude brown lipstick gloss.

"Eleonora! I don't want to be late" I heard Blaze from the outside of my room. I rolled my eyes at his annoying self and got of the room heading downstairs. I saw a man in a black suit with a hat on near the elevator, probably the chauffeur, behind him a puffed-up guy, I suppose that one is the security.

Mr. Cordova made sure that every guest had a chauffeur and a security guard, in my opinion, it's a complete waste of money.

I got down looking over at the kitchen, I catches Dorothy washing some dishes and Blaze near the kitchen aisle drinking his green milkshake that just looking at it I felt like throwing up.

"Good morning" I announced myself and they both looked at me. Dorothy quickly plastered a big smile onto her face and her hand over her heart, admiring me as to Blaze, he was just looking, I couldn't figure out what was that expression that he made with his eyes his eyebrows scrunched.

"Oh my! Mrs.Eleonora you look more than beautiful today" Dorothy said kissing me

"Thanks Dorothy"

"I made pancakes" she said while pointing at the beautiful round yellow breakfast on my plate. I started to eat ut the feeling of his eyes on me never left so I lifted an eyebrow to his strange behavior and slowly looked at him.

"WUAT?" I asked with my mouth full

"Don't speak with your mouth full" he said looking at my mouth

"I do what I want. I am in my house" I commented reasonably

"Just don't go to the weeding with those manners" he teased with a soft smirk on

"Don't piss me off this early on the morning"

"Only if you say please" he smiled while getting up and placing his cup on the sink where Dorothy was, I could hear her small chuckles.

"Keep dreaming" I said while eating my last bite of pancake and some orange juice

"It's going to be a fun day" he acknowledged while dressing his grey blazer, at that moment I realized how good that suit looked on him, it made his eyes shine, and the tight fabric made his muscles pop up, unconsciously I slightly bit my lip while looking at him, my heart seemed to burt off-

I shook my head trying to gain some sense. Wake up Eleonora, what the hell are you doing?

"Are you ready?" He asked adjusting the blazer into himself

"Yes" I took a final sip of orange juice and grabbed my white high heels so I could put them on while sitting on the couch

"So what's taking so long?" he asked I looked over at him and found an amused face, I closed my eyes and then showed him my disdainful expression making him smile. It's good to know that at least someone is happy

"Are you mad?" he asked amused

"Can't you see it?" he laughed and looked over at the chauffer

"We are leaving in 5, do you want to come down to start the car?" Blaze asked

"No need to sir. I will accompany you till the limousine"

"Very well, Oliver" Blaze said making the young chauffeur smile "Are you ready yet?"

"Say it one more time and I will kill you" I threatened

"Oh" The chauffeur took a step back as I said my words. Was he scared? Oh please

"Calm down Oliver, she has been in this terrible bad temper lately" Blaze smiled, today he took the day to piss me off I guess

"Is she on her period sir?" Oliver asked while playfully smiling and I sensed my whole body turn into rage and it got bigger when I heard someone chuckle at his words, as if in encouragement of these stupid outrageous words. I am hardly trying to not explode right now may they don't know that presuming that female reproductive organs make women behave irrationally is rude and sexist. Just because I am not being nice my ovaries are at fault? What kind of freaking world do these men live in.

"What did you say?" I asked aggressively but Blaze grabbed my arm interrupting me

"Oliver, you may walk downstairs and get the car ready. Aleksandr can go with you" Blaze demanded, they nodded quietly and left

"Why did you tell them to go?" I asked angrily

"Because otherwise, you would've kill them"

"And you! You laughed!"

"I did not laugh Eleonora"

"You did"

"I would never laugh at a poor comment like this"

"You know what you wouldn't laugh?" Dorothy interrupted "At half of that pain your wife goes through every month. That is something that has no fun at all. I have never seen a woman that had so much ache. You men play with real problems"

I nodded at her, thanking her words. That was quite true according to the menstrual pain scale I am a solid 8, it is hard to move, speak or do anything on the first day of my period but that is not really the problem... the problem was that sexist and maniac chauffer.

"I did not laugh" Blaze explained in a soft tone

"Whatever! Let's go!" I said grabbing my white bag and calling the elevator

"I sware-" he tried to say but i interrupted him

"I don't want to hear it"