SBF – Small Loves
The scarlet crimson of my lips curve in a small smile, my gaze locking with hers and my head tipping to the side.
It was a sight to behold, decorated in the evening’s theme of blues, black, silver, and gold. The main ballroom was large, about five hundred feet long by three hundred feet wide, with the ceiling stretching up a few hundred feet above my head. The walls were decorated in glittering gold and silver with a tinge of shiny blue and black wallpaper to ease the glare of glitter. Dozens of crystal chandeliers spiraled from the ceiling, sending lovely diffused golden light across the length of the ballroom.
Her Silver Bow Foundation fundraiser is already on the verge of being a gala, and every single member of the family is dressed to the nines.
The scarlet crimson of my lips curve in a small smile, my gaze locking with hers and my head tipping to the side.
Another sacrifice is required; we came here to get it. While you have been down here with me, the mission was completed inside the mirrored mountain.
She poked me in the chest. “You will be there, or I will send Dad to get you to make sure you go. Or better yet, I’ll send Mother.”
His heart’s desire practically screams at me, to find someone to love, who loves me.
I expected a lot of things from my grandson, most of them were negative, but I wasn’t prepared for what he said. Eros met my eyes and said, “No.”
Placing my hand gently on my guardian’s back, I could feel him shaking. “Don’t be afraid,” I told him. “I won’t let anything happen to you while I’m here.”
I hung there struggling, screaming myself hoarse, praying one of the gods hear me. Praying that this was not the cycle of my existence.