Styles & Co - Part 5
Authors Note: Smut warning
I take in a deep breath as I step out of the blacked out car, my hand delicately being taken by the chauffeur.
“Ma'am.” He nods, letting go of my hand as he closes the door and I gain balance.
“Elise,” I politely inform him, not quite being fond of the fact I am addressed so formally. Especially while standing outside Addilyns engagement party.
A party that is currently held at an excessively large house from what I gather. Needless to say whoever House this is— is very well off.
“Ms. Elise.” He nods, a short smile forming on his lips,
“Thank you, I’ll need you at around, eleven.” I give him notice, not particularly wanting to stay at the party for too long, especially since my own boyfriend stood me up for our dinner and for this party.
“As you wish.” The man confirms with a nod and I carefully walk up the seven, stone steps to the beauteous house, my hand gliding along the white-coloured wooden railing. I smile at the two women at the entrance with bright smiles, holding crystal flutes of champagne,
welcome, champagne?” They offer courteously, handing me a glass before I can even decline,
“Thank you.” I wear a smile, taking the glass in my hand and stepping into the house.
“Elise!” I overhear a familiar and overly excited squeal before I can even grasp my bearings of the house; I turn to my left and see Addilyn dressed in a navy-blue cocktail dress, a diamond necklace complementing her attire.
“Addi! Hi, congratulations.” I give her a hug before handing her the small gift bag that is chaperoning her engagement gift.
“Thank you. Where is Harry?” She cracks a smile, taking the bag and pulling me towards the common area squired by many people,
“He’s working.” I quietly announce, “but if anyone asks, he’s feeling ill.” I sigh, Addilyn giving me a sympathetic look.
My eyes scan the capital room, a grandpiano sits in the corner, being played by a young woman dressed in black, the melody echoing dimly in the background of the chatter. The room is flattered by a tall ceiling, a beauteous chandelier glistening radiant warmth as it hangs delicately from the ceiling; filling the room with charm and class. Lengthy red—silken curtains hang from the grand bay windows, standing modestly against the cream walls.
Men are dressed in tux’s and women parade in graceful cocktail dresses of assortments of several colours.
Addi abandons me to mingle and associate with whom I assume are close family and friends’ of both her and her groom.
“Your dress is stunning.” My attention gazes away from the bar and narrows down on the lady in front of me. I smile attentively attempting to recall her name.
“Thank you.” I clear my throat, deciding to be somewhat impolite and not address her formally.
Harry would be dissatisfied if he was here to witness this. She’s dressed gracefully in a drawn-out coal-black dress, a silver-white clutch resting in her hand, matching both her earrings and necklace.
“Where is that handsome man of yours?” She bats her eyes with a small stifled laugh, “surely he didn’t make you come alone.” She beams.
If only she knew. Unfortunately, he did in fact make me come alone, handsome he may be, but tonight he’s not punctual.
“He wasn’t feeling too great, so I didn’t drag him.” I fake a giggle, hoping she doesn’t see past my malicious story.
My charming boyfriend is presumably sitting in his office, clicking his excessively ornate pen while he comes up with more business plans to augment the size of his empire— completely unacquainted of how displeased I am that he missed dinner and this event.