Kevin waited at the foot of the stairs waiting for Beth – the façade of a caring fiancé being performed beautifully – growing impatient at her delay. Suddenly all the chatter that ensued in the hall halted as Beth gently came down the stairs. Kevin offered her his hand and pulled her close. To the onlookers it was a picture of a couple sharing a loving moment, but it was only a farce as his gray eyes looked into hers and he whispered “Smile, you fool.”
He went around talking to all the socialites with Beth on his arm, a smile plastered on her face.
The chandelier light beamed upon all the masked faces. Waiters went around serving wine in vintage glass. The paintings on the wall were beautifully drawn. The shelf was adorned with books of Shakespeare and others like him. There were pictures of a little girl with her mother – their smile so radiant and heart melting. It looked like someone had picked out everything by hand and decorated the room with much love and ardor.
A soft music floated in the air as the couples graced the dance floor. Kevin and Beth danced too. He moved and she just followed nonchalantly. The song changed and the coupled switched partners. Kevin was paired with a woman in black and Beth was in the arms of a man with blue eyes. She felt his hand on her waist, a warm feeling crawling up her spine. And she looked into his eyes. Her head felt light as memories of a happy past swirled in her mind. Those eyes, his touch…could it be? At that precise moment everyone switched again and she was with Kevin.
There was finally recognition of emotion on her face as she searched for that man. This wasn’t missed by her so called fiancé.
“Why do I see this gleam in your eyes looking out for someone?” he asked acidly.
She didn’t answer because she was oblivious to it herself. Who was that? Who could have renewed all those memories... make her wounds raw…
Jason watched Beth in Kevin’s arms and a sudden desire to wring his neck sprang to his mind. No, I cannot let these feelings overpower me. I have to take my revenge. I must not get diverted from my aim.