The party was already coming to an end, but I had yet to meet Christopher’s parents. I looked around but did not see him. However, since they were the hosts, I figured I would definitely see them before the night ended. Timely enough, a melodious piano tune rang through the hall.
Everyone lowered their voices upon hearing the music and directed their gaze toward the woman who was playing the piano. She had her head lowered looking at the keys, so I could not see her face. Her deft fingers danced on the keys as the dulcet tune engulfed everyone present.
I got carried away listening to the soothing music, and it suspended the antipathy I felt toward Lyle.
The melody captured my soul, calling to mind all the good memories I treasured in my heart. I closed my eyes and rendered myself to the wave of emotions surging in my heart. Somehow, Christopher’s face came to mind as I traveled down memory’s lane.
The hall became quiet as the music washed over the crowd. No one spoke until the tune finally ended, and a round of applause rang.
I opened my eyes to the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. The lady stood up and curtseyed to the crowd with a composed smile. She was no common woman. I could tell she was a wise woman from the glints of shrewdness in her eyes despite her graceful demeanor.
Not even Yvette or Sabrina was her match. The aura she gave off captivated the crowd and all eyes were on her.
“I’ve never seen anyone this beautiful before,” I could not help but exclaim.
I saw Christopher going past the crowd toward her. There was no way I could mistake him for someone else. After all, he had always stood out among all other men.
The woman walked toward him and hooked her arms around his after she walked down the stage. A pang of chill dominated my heart at that sight and I felt uncomfortable.
The ball had begun. Christopher held her hand and went to the middle of the dance floor. The two made a perfect couple as they danced to the music.
“That’s Monica Martin, she’s really popular in Avenport. Those were the days when I was crazy about her back at university,” a man said to a young lady next to him.
“Yeah, I know of her. She’s really talented and smart. She just recently published a book and it sold over five hundred million copies. There’s no way someone like her will settle for you.”
“Come on, you don’t have to be that mean. I didn’t win her heart because she’s already had her eyes fixed on Christopher. I heard they are already engaged. I think we will all get their wedding invitation anytime soon.”
“Christopher’s engaged? Gosh, why are all the good men taken?”
My heart sunk when I overheard their conversation. I could feel my strength being sapped away as the man’s words echoed in my ears.
So, Christopher already has a fiancée.
Why did he string me along then? Why was he so kind to me?
I wondered if Christopher was just toying with my emotions. He probably found me interesting because he was too bored. Sorrow ate me up bit by bit and my eyes watered as I watched them dance.
I dug my nails into my palms, trying to force my emotions back, but I was no good at concealing my feelings.
My head drooped as I gathered up all my strength to remain composed. “Did you hear that? Christopher’s already engaged. His fiancée is way out of your league, so you’d better know your place.”
