CH 10 | Sarah!

"Their engagement is going to be held in a week." Ivan's voice resounded in my ears, making my blood boil.

"One week," I muttered under my breath and inhaled a chunk of air, trying to rid myself of the feeling of suffocation in my lungs.

When my cold hazel eyes glanced across Dom and Emily, who stood way too close for my liking, disappointment filled me.

I clenched and unclenched my hands while I plastered a soft smile on my pale face and clapped along with the crowd, determined to not let them see me break. They had already broken me once, and I'll be damn if they do it again.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw a beautiful three-tier cake decorated in white frosting with red roses placed around their initials, D & E with the silhouette of a man and woman in a salsa pose shadowing them.

When my eyes roamed across it, my heart pricked and I felt my chest constricting. It took everything in me to control myself and not storm out of the fucking room.

The more I seen them together, the more I was hurting myself.

I didn't even understand why I was torturing my fucking self so much because I was well aware Dom didn't give a fuck about how I felt.

Yet, here I was congratulating him on his upcoming nuptials with my sister.

Could my fate be any more fucking cruel than it was at this moment?

However, I snapped myself out of my thoughts when I heard loud cheers, "feed the cake to each other."

"What the fuck?" I cursed inwardly while my brows furrowed in displeasure for a split second.

I gritted my teeth and focused on the couple.

In fact, saying I was surprised would be an understatement when I noticed how Dom was hugged up to her smiling like it was the happiest day of his fucking life.

Dom was never the type to show public displays of affection.

Yet, here he was, gracefully feeding the piece of cake to Emily as if she was the love of his life. 

I couldn't help but sneer but quickly wiped the expression of my face and scanned the crowd nervously. I highly doubted anybody had caught onto my mockery as they are all pretty much had their heads up the asses of the two people on the stage.

When Emily took a large piece of cake into her hands and placed it to Dom's mouth, my lips curled upwards as I knew he hated sweets.

I smirked, excited to see the embarrassment on Emily's face. However, to my utter disbelief, he ate it without any hesitation or displeasure. 

Dom ate the fucking cake.

Without so much as a second thought, he had let her shove it in his fucking mouth! Just like that?

My eyes widened, and I snorted softly, "wow. You are truly the biggest prick I've ever met, Dom."

Annoyed and upset at everything and everyone, I grabbed a glass of wine from the waiter and downed it in one gulp. The waiter lifted his eyebrow at me as I placed the glass on the tray and took another. I turned my back to him without a sideways glance this time sipping, savoring the delicious flavor of it when it landed on my taste buds, hoping it could deviate my thoughts from Dom and Emily!

But my peace was short-lived when a tall man with blond curls walked up to me.

His ragged scruff and well defined cheekbone accentuated his handsome face while his grey suit hugged his muscled body. He looked fucking impeccable.

I squinted my eyes and when I was about to turn away from him, I involuntarily met his icy blue eyes. Almost instantly, a smirk danced on his face while the corner of his lips curled upwards.

"Like what you see, gorgeous?" He asked with lifted brows. His voice was smooth, and the word gorgeous flowed ever so elegantly from his mouth, making me stunned.

I stared at him dumbfounded and chuckled a little, "well, you seem to think highly of yourself, Mr." I trailed. 

"Elliot." He informed me with a panty dropping smile. 

"Elliot." I stated when he narrowed his blue eyes and licked his lips before he muttered, arrogance oozing from his tone "can't help it when you look as good as I do." he chuckled. 

I shook my head but I couldn't stop the small smile that was threatening to play across my lips when he said, "you look even more gorgeous when you smile. Keep smiling."

"Ugh. Flattery won't take you anywhere, Elliot." I uttered while I gave a provocative wink and clinked my wine glass with his.

He blinked his eyes and he was taken aback for a second but quickly composed himself and teased, "You have such a smart mouth, Miss! I like a woman with a smart mouth, Miss? 

He stressed on Miss and I mumbled, "Sarah."

"Sarah. Such a nice name you have there, and it certainly does you justice." He said and took a small sip of his wine.

 I gave a faint nod as I wasn't used to compliments and even worse at accepting them. However, his presence made this unbearable event less agonizing.

When my eyes roamed across the stage, I saw Dom wiping the traces of cream on Emily's lips. His large fingers brushing across her lips softly made me uncomfortable.

It didn't matter how much I pretended to be unaffected, it hurt like a bitch!

I couldn't help but wonder, "how he could act so in love with her?"

Well, who am I kidding? It was Dominic Wright. Apparently he was good at acting because he had acted for years with me. 

A well-known playboy who could make any woman's heart flutter with just one glance.

I was too focused on Dom and didn't see the waiter coming towards me and I moved aside absentmindedly. Only to be met with the tray in his hands and my hand tumbled, the contents in my wine glass fell on Elliot spoiling his expensive suit.

The moment I saw the mess I made, a gasp escaped my lips.

Without wasting another second, I quickly grabbed a bunch of tissues and immediately wiped his suit, and murmured, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Elliot."

Elliot just eyed me with a smirk on his face and mumbled calmly, "it's alright, Sarah. Relax."

I sighed and licked my lips a little apologetically when I noticed the stains on his shirt didn't go away.

Elliot appeared unaffected and spoke after a few moments, "I will go to a restroom and clean this up." With a slight pause, he asked, "by the way, where is the restroom?"

I gave a small smile, "let me take you."

He gave a grateful nod and we took a few steps, but to my utter dismay, my heel got stuck on the carpet and I lost my footing.

I shut my eyes as I accepted the inevitable and waited to fall on my ass and embarrass myself. However, it didn't happen.

When I slowly opened my eyes, I saw Elliot stabilizing me. His warm hand rested on my tiny waist and we stood close. For a second, I didn't know how to react and stared at him blankly.

Eyeing my distress, he chuckled and removed his hand on my waist, and held my tiny palm before asking, "are you alright, Sarah?"

I cleared my throat and mumbled, "yes, I am. Sorry for the trouble."

"Oh no. It's my pleasure to help such a gorgeous lady." Elliot winked and I couldn't help blushing a little.

"This way, please." I gestured to him with my hands and we climbed the stairs, ignoring the commotion of a gathering. 

However I felt as if a piercing glare was boring across my back, but I wasn't interested and refused to let myself look back and instead laughed a little when Elliot cracked a joke.

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