twenty-one: dance

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not proof-read!

Marco drags me to where people are dancing. I frown as he is gripping my hand, it doesn't hurt, but it did make me want to pull away. He could have at least be a lot more gentle.

I'm surprised this man is famous with the ladies. He is no gentlemen at all.

He suddenly pulls my body towards him and rests one hand on my waist. With his other hand, he gently grasps my hand, holding it out. I put my hand on his shoulder instinctively.

We both follow the beat of music together.

"There was no need to be so rude." I began. "You should control that jealousy of yours."

Marco has a devilish smirk on his perfect sculpted lips. "It's not me. It's that green monster that appears when you are near another male."

I breathe out a laughter. "Well, tell that monster to stop appearing or at least control it."

His face leans closer to mine and I swallow an audible gasp wanting to come out. "Want to help me with that?" He whispers, his breathe fanning on my face.

Feeling confident, I lean my face even closer. Our lips were a centimetre apart, any closer then we will be kissing. "Do it yourself, Donati." I whisper. 

I hear Marco's deep chuckle, his chest vibrates against my chest. Without warning he dips me, making me gasp slightly. Then he pulls me back up with his face close to mine.

"You're an okay dancer, Mr. Donati." I tease.

"I'm a fucking fantastic dancer." He corrects.

I roll my eyes at his arrogance. Such a cocky man. "Think however you want." I let go of his shoulder and pulled us apart. With a smirk, I decide to leave him alone.

I walked around the ballroom looking for Finn. Once I found him, he seems  to be in deep conversation with a man who I recognise. If I remember correctly, he is politician.

Deciding not to interrupt their conversation, I walk off else where. I think I might get some wine.

"Ophelia!" A familiar voice shouts. I turn around and see Michelle walking towards me with a smile.

I smile back. "Hello, Michelle. You look fantastic."

She is wearing a dark red gown that was off one shoulder. Her hair was tied to a neat bun with a few sneaky strands escaping. 

"Thank you. How are you? I haven't seen you for days." She queries. "Dante told me that you got a fever a few days ago."

I wave it off. "Oh, that. I'm fine. Just a minor fever."

She laughs. "Yeah, try telling that to Dante. He called me at seven in the morning, shouting his head off. You two seem pretty close already."

"Dante is a nice. He gets along with anyone." I comment. 

"He is the much preferred male Donati."

I snort in agreement. Marco's first impression wasn't the best.

"Also he told me that your childhood friend is staying in Italy. Where is he?" She asks as she searches through the sea of people.

"He's there." I point to Finn, where he is now talking to someone else. He can just socialise with anyone, can't he?

"Oh, he's handsome. More then a friend?" She asks teasingly.

I shift on foot uncomfortably. "Well..."

Somehow Michelle manages to choke on her spit. "What?!" She explodes in shock.

"It's not like we are dating or anything. It's just that I had feelings for him since I was little. And somehow those feelings are the same." I sighed.

I surprise myself when I told Michelle this. She gives off this trusting vibe. Rita is nice, but I just don't trust her as much as Michelle. If she's still pretty close with Marco, I'm about 99% sure she will him.

"Wow."

I stare at her worriedly. "You won't tell Marco, right?"

She shook her head. "Of course not, we still aren't exactly on speaking terms."

My eyes widen. "You two still haven't talked to each other?"

"Not really." She says guilty. "I will talk to him...Later."

They are both so stubborn.

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I took another sip of my red wine. This has to be the best wine I have ever tasted. This must be my what? Second? Third glass?

It tastes like freaking heaven.

"Ophelia! I have been looking for you everywhere." Marco seethes as he stomps towards me angrily.

I squint my eyes at him. Why does he look so fuzzy? "Oops?"

He sighes. "God, I have been worried sick about you." He has frown on his lips.

"Don't frown. It ruins your perfect face." I state as I take another drink from my wine.

Marco raises his eyebrows in amusement. "So you think my face is perfect?"

"Of course." I respond without hesitation. Marco is the definition of a handsome, it's like the Gods have sculpted his face to perfection.

He chuckles. "You're drunk."

I scoff at his ridiculous statement. Drunk? Me? Never? I am always careful when I drunk.

"Don't be stupid." I utter.

Now that I think about it, I do feel a bit woozy. It's probably of his mouth-watering cologne he is wearing. 

"I think that's enough wine." He takes my wine glass, ignoring my protests.

"Hey! That's wasting perfectly good wine!" I exclaim angrily.

He nods in agreement. "You're right." He drinks MY wine.

Nobody drinks MY wine.

"It's delicious." He winks.

Bastard.

But, he looks pretty sexy when he drank that wine. And who the hell looks sexy while drinking wine? That's so stupid!

I stared at him intensely as he continues drinking MY wine. And yes, I am still pretty pissed about him drinking MY wine.

But God damn, those lips...

Marco caught me staring at me. "Like what you see, treasure?"

"Yes." I blurt out.

He stares at him and sets the glass down. He leans close to my face. "Oh really?" He keeps leaning closer and closer.

My lips open slightly as he carries on to move closer. Almost there..."Really." I whisper.

His lips are so close that any closer our lips would on each others. Was that my aim? The sober me. No. The drunk me. Yes.

I was about throw my lips onto his but...

"Oh my God! Marco is that you?!"

Marco pushes his head back and stares at the person who interrupted us wide-eyed. "Camilla."

Who?

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BULTAOREUNE FIREEEE!

ooooh cliff-hanged! HAHAHAHA! 

marco and ophelia were getting a bit close there, huh? SAUCY! 

buuuuut, a thing called camilla comes in. So who is she? LEAVE UR GUESSES! 

Have a lovely day or night!

Nat xxx