A CLASSIC BEAUTY. ( fortunestole. )
it feels as if her blood has turned to pins and needles: it rushes through her veins with a ferocious intensity, gathering on the apples of pale cheeks as she listens to the man speak to his guest. each time she thought it safe to steal a glance, he would be staring right back; fervent gaze unfaltering as he sips champagne.
cathy knows who he is her friends haven’t stopped talking about him since they arrived JAMES PATRICK MARCH, entrepreneur and architect to the stars. he’s the host of this party ( the grand opening of his hotel ), and she must introduce herself sometime, lest she be considered rude.
‘ mr. march, ‘ she starts, her melodic french lilt tumbling softly from red-painted lips, ‘ my name is catherine de sauveterre. i’m here with a friend a few, in fact but … i wasn’t invited. you see, i … didn’t want to seem discourteous by crashing your party and neglecting to, at least, introduce myself. ‘
delighted guests could be seen everywhere: bottles of champagne clearing just as he expected, the sound of laughter practically echoing around such a vast room. it was a success, his business was a success. from his perfected decoration skills when the subject was architecture to what that very same building truly meant: his very own gruesome palace.
and he’s been talking ------------- something in the lines of cinema, bohemian marching powder and exeter. between sips and exchanged gazes with a golden haired belle. a false exclamation is enough to end a tedious conversation, his following stern, and yet amazed look at the very same moment that man walked away being obvious to know he would be joining james patrick march’s after party.
at last, he’s approached. ‘ yes ? ‘ a serious tone is given, his brief time of full attention being interrupted. a courteous smile took place instead when he realized - it was the woman his eyes had been set upon on. fingertips reached out for her petite hand, placing a small kiss so as the gentleman he had grown to be.
‘ ahhh, a true pleasure to meet you, ms. de sauveterre. please, do accept my apologies, for had i known such a classic beauty would’ve been in my party .. i would personally have invited you myself. ‘ not a lie, however. and he’d let it to be known - by his own quick glance at his long time maid who could’ve been seen serving a few drinks. ‘ i am james march, as you are already aware .. and as the host of this event, i do hope you’re finding yourself able to enjoy everything my hotel has to offer. ‘
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