Chapter 53
- ~Juno’s POV~
- After breakfast, I went to the hall to assist with some tasks. I haven’t even purchased a dress for tonight. I’m just going to wear anything I feel like wearing. When I arrived at the hall, I realized that they did not want assistance; everything was in order. My thoughts strayed to the boy this morning and the man from last night as I sat. These two individuals have now taken up residence in my mind. I’m concerned about the man from yesterday. I checked the time and returned to my room to change and refresh up for the ball. I despise the limelight. I know that I’m late and that Greta and her people are still working on their make-up, but I don’t want to bother them. This makes me quite uneasy. I’m already nervous on the first day. And to think that this ball is just going to be there for three days. In the end, I’m doomed. There’s a chance Alex is in that hall tonight. Is it safe to say that I’m prepared to face Alex? I am now with Rex. It should make no difference that Alex is present. Greta brought a beautiful red dress that could only be fit for royalty. I was in awe when I examined the gown. If this is the first dress, only God knows what the next two days will bring. The following two days’ thoughts made me chuckle. The next two days may not happen. We are both aware that I have horrible luck with balls. That hall contains my past, present, and future, as well as my doom and hope. Thus, I doubt there will be any over the next two days. Just like I was seven years ago, I may find myself the center of attention once more today. I know I’m no longer 18, but I just happen to be that girl whose future was ruined after a ball, even though I’m not that girl anymore. Today, history may choose to repeat itself. My hope is to run into my brother so he can catch me if I fall. For me, this ball might be a source of hope or a source of doom. Whatever happens, I pray that I will be reunited with my brother. Kindly grant me my brother, moon goddess. I was standing outside the hall with Greta and the two maids when a song began, and Greta motioned me to enter, my gaze fixed on my king, my husband. I chose not to look elsewhere, ignoring the curious whispers of others who desired to know who I was. I locked my gaze on my mate, on my world. I hope and pray that it is a ball of hope. Then I noticed Rex clutching the hand of the man from yesterday. Whispering something to him. The man’s eyes were crimson as if he was about to burst into tears as he stared at me. After that, the gentleman approached me. He stood right in front of me, silent for some time before breaking the silence.
- “May I have the honor of having this dance, my lady?” The gentleman inquired.