Dressed to the nines, using her motherâs connections to get a revelatory design for the received Founders Day Ball invitation within a compact timeframe had surprisingly worked wonders to her advantage. Treating herself to a day of preparation for the evening, arriving promptly at eight PM, the performance from the Latin Dance Pro Entertainment was breathtaking, even held an uptight gaze throughout the show, adoring anyone who was able to proceed forward with their dreams whether it was dance or climbing Mount Everest, the focus of her amber gaze admired the show. For a fleeting moment, it made her miss dancing whilst her conscience wonder where she would be right now. These moments of remembrance came in phases â just like a shooting star swiftly passing through the sky. It only vanished once the array of Spanish food consumed its place upon the table, immediately causing all of the famished souls in the Ballroom to plummet into silence as they indulged into the superbly crafted food. The stygian tressed female was one as well. Nonetheless, near or less, not focusing on the actual time, bodies started to float away from the tables onto the dance floor, others wandering toward the photo booth to capture the souvenir of the evening since all cell phones were taken prior to admittance. Nursing down upon a Pomegranate Margaritas, which the server for her table convinced her to give it a shot, caused her to stay back and watch as the expeditious song transitioned into a slower-pace. A few bodies floated away. It was less of a sea now which was unfortunate, considering what Cleo saw with her own two amber hues in a disturbance â a slow dancing Rory with.... initiating a gasp from the tip of her tongue, Ava. Carefully observing from the distance, as the minutes thankfully ticked away and the bodies took their directions opposite of each other, Cleo was instant on her Saint Laurent Gold Metallic heels, maneuvering through the dispersed crowd to catch up with Rory near the bar. Not even daring to lift her hand to touch his shoulder to catch his attention, in a typical, revolting Cleo manner, a deafening clear of her throat made her appearance known. Leaning a hand upon the translucent bar, spotless bar, a vaulted brow, and unsatisfied demeanor greeted Rory, âOh, youâre alive.â Words are spoken through a revulsion tone, still aggrieved about his lack of concern all of those decades ago after promising to take her under his wing with her move to the Big Apple. He was not only a liar. But, didnât even attempt the effort to find out why Cleo was nowhere to be seen or showing up at his front door. âGlad to know youâre still able to show your face around Catalina like you did nothing wrong. Part of me thought you died in New York.â And she never wished ill on anyone, but at this moment, she was vexed at him at the ball but also dancing with her sister. Vexed tone not even waiting, she proceeded on with a mouth full of words, âIf you were hoping to have a good evening tonight, sorry to break the news, Rory, but Iâm about to ruin it.âÂ
