This wasn't the first time she asked me to help out at an event, and fingers crossed its actually the last. The first time was .. pure torture. My aunt just told me to look presentable which actually means wear a dress and act like a proper girl and that my job was to only take down names at the reception. I trusted her and all hell broke loose. When we arrived, the job for receptionist was filled in and I ended up in the hands of a middle-aged woman who started literally caking my face with make up and later on turned me into an usher to escort the VVIPS on stage. All through that my aunt was no where to be found.
This time there was no difference, the same old instructions other than the fact that I was suppose to look extra pretty since the event was held in some high end place. Not to mention the fact that the event is to take place tomorrow and I'm suppose to be there by tonight. My mom only chuckled when I told her about my dreadful "mission" , so much for an understanding mother. I proceeded to pack my stuff albeit begrudgingly, now came another major problem.
"What am I going to wear?! ugh.."
I looked into my wardrobe filled with monotonous sweats and plain T's and sighed. If only I spent some time shopping other than sleeping...nah. I'd take sleeping over shopping any day. It was apparent that today wasn't one of it. I was about to head out whilst I still had time to shop till I bumped into my mom who handed me a black maxi dress . Great, talking to understanding mothers works after all. She saved me so much trouble and I don't need to worry about explaining to people about my knee injury.
I grabbed my duffel bag and threw in the dress and some other girly essentials like heels, classy but useless clutch and most importantly .. make-up. I don't think I can resist punching people for caking my face with make up anymore , I can make a clown cry with the amount of make up they apply on my face. Contrary to popular belief, I enjoy playing with make up despite that dreadfully horrible experience. Of course, no one has to know about it. After bidding my mom farewell and having my cat see me off ( I swear the darn cat just said "May the odds be ever in your favor" in that furry little head of his whilst rejecting my offer of coming along with me )
I caught a train and arrived at the location where the event was to be held . The venue was so fancy schmancy the receptionist with a sleek bun and professional outfit had to do a double take when I told her I had a room reserved under Amy Ma. I guess I couldn't blame her since I was just cladded in a grey T-shirt and sport shoes with a standard army duffel bag. Perhaps I did look very out of place among all these classy ladies in killer heels and gowns so long it's bound to make someone trip and fall.My aunt would kill me for ruining her reputation if she saw me now, but thankfully I didn't need to see her until tomorrow since she had some fairly important meeting about choosing between red napkins and white napkins for the event.
Oh well, at least I have the whole evening for myself at this place. Maybe I could do a bit of exploring after I check out my room. The place is built on mangrove trees which is totally awesome and so darn cool. I decided to walk around the veranda and see if I could spot any crocodiles in action. And just my luck I saw a pair of bumps bulging ever so slightly above the peaceful waters.
"Gotcha ! " I murmured to myself as I crept to the edge of the balcony to take a better look at it. I observed the crocodile for a very long time, secretly wishing it was gonna do something other than just staying stationary with the occasional disappearing acts as it sinks under the water. Just as I was starting to lose hope and opt to go walk around somewhere else instead, I felt a presence coming towards my direction and stopped beside me.
"Great.. you have company. Just turn, smile and leave so you don't look like you hate his presence. Got it Kate? Turn.Smile and Leave. " I thought to myself as I stared ahead at the direction of the crocodile, seemingly fascinated by it's stationary state. I was about to carry out my escape plan which sadly didn't happen when that person decided to open his or her big mouth.
"You know..the crocodiles here are fed and tamed , wouldn't even budge if you were to even volunteer as prey in front of it" came a man's voice.
And a really nice voice at that.
"Crap Kate, don't loose it just because he has a eargasmic voice" I thought to myself begrudgingly. "Well hello, you volunteered as prey before?" I asked as I turned around and faced him.
He was a rather tall and lanky man even with a relaxed posture as he leaned on the balcony rail looking straight ahead, suddenly fascinated by the branch before him.
"Perhaps." he said as he suddenly changed his subject of his interest who I'm afraid currently.. is me. As our eyes met, I thought he was rather average looking with a pair of glasses on his nose. Those strong and defined jaws were definitely a plus to his looks, holy crap I have got to stop ogling at people. Especially people who barge into me making a fool of myself.
"Well now, aren't you an adventurous person? Or do you simply enjoy to seek for trouble?" I said as I tried to compose myself. He smirked and replied
"For someone who has been staring at a croc for I don't know.. an hour? I could say the same about you."
"Hn. Perhaps." I said.
Darn, he's good. But I'm better. The conversation--discussion--debate--argument.. went on for the whole evening even when it started to rain cats and dogs. We continued at a gazebo made of glass nearby which was more like a lounge with big and comfy swing chairs. Our topic went from anything to everything, it felt nice to talk to someone who actually knows stuff instead of plain ranting on empty facts. Despite what happened earlier, I quickly found this young man's presence to be enjoyable. He was mature and witty at the same time, which is quite rare among guys his age. But of course, I will never tell him that, not after he pointed the fact that I was a walking trouble magnet after enquiring about my scars. The pitter patter of the rain was urging my eye lids to descend and let my weariness from the long journey earlier to take over.
"Miss? Miss." someone.. someone was nudging me...Holy crap who's there?!
"Yes?" I said as I woke up instantly and stared at the culprit. I took in my surroundings and realised I was still at the gazebo and he was no where to be found. The hotel staff who woke me up professionally flashed a smile and said
"Miss, A gentleman asked us to kindly wake you up in case you fell asleep,please retire indoors as you might catch a cold out here."
I nodded and gave my thanks, hoping she would leave me be as I walked back to my room whilst trying to figure out what happened. And it just struck me that I actually fell asleep during our chat and I still didn't know that ignorant guy's name.He could've just woke me up now couldn't he?
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