Death POV
That bastard cancelled at the last minute.
But what could I have expected? He is my father after all. And what is taking Anwen so damn long?
I stand, hands in pocket, staring at the carved ceiling of the venue. I really went all out with this one. I haven’t even reached the inside and I can already smell the amount of money I poured into this event. Well, I suppose it’s not going to waste. It will surely put all those other arrogant companies back in their place; beneath me.
I smile forms on my lips. Anwen will be impressed would she not? She has no idea what kind of power I have and this will be her first wake up call. I can’t wait to see her face. I wonder what her dress looks like… Sofie was all sneaky about it. I hope she’s not using this as her shot of revenge.
She thinks I’ve forgotten all the times I fired her but I don’t. I just can’t see this company without her. She is the only one that can keep up with my mind and crazy innovations. She’s always supported me too, more than my own mother. I don’t let her know that of course. I know her. She’ll take advantage and slack off. I decide to remain bitter to her even if she has a suspicion that it’s not at all genuine.
“What are you thinking about?”
The soft voice catches me off guard and I twist to see who it is. Once my eyes land on her, I take back all I thought about Sofie. Anwen, she’s gorgeous. The way the fluffy nude fabric blends into her skin and the deep v-line neck accentuates the best parts of her. Her makeup is rather dark for the dress but the balance is exactly what we needed for such an event. Her dark eyes are latched to mine and her pose is so delicate.
I find myself at a loss for words.
“Death? Are you okay?” She says, her voice silky sweet.
“I-I’m alright,” I stammer, reaching for her hand. “We have to be one of the first ones to arrive. Let’s head on downstairs,”
Once I take her hand, I remember the reason why I am resisting her charm. Her hand is freezing with a coldness only a dead person could have. I can’t love her. I can’t like her. I am helping her to move on for scythe’s sake. She’ll be gone and she won’t remember me. Scarlet didn’t remember me in her situation so why would Anwen? Rule Number One of Reapers: Never fall in love with clients. Anwen is my client. She summoned me. I am still paying the consequences for breaking that rule the first time. I am not going to repeat it again.
I’ll have to be cold to her after this. I must.
Still, with all this talk, I contradict myself in my mind. I try my best to avoid her gaze once I open the double doors to the Reaper Formal. The mutters and whispers cease when I come in with Anwen on my side. All eyes on us as we descend down the staircase and make our way to our elevated seating.
People give out greetings to which Anwen responds exactly how I told her to. She doesn’t look out of place and for the first time she appears like she knows that. Her back is straight and her chin is parallel to the floor. She is exuding confidence with every step. I have to look away again once my feelings towards her start to show again.
The decor is gothic with silver accents here and there as we reach our place of sitting overlooking the ballroom. Everyone is asking each other who Anwen is and what is her relation to me. The answers are all vague and off the mark. I don’t bother to correct them.
“Why aren’t you talking to me? You don’t like my dress?” She whispers, settling down in her seat.
It takes all it has in me to lie. “I don’t think it fits the theme,”
Her cheeks heat and her eyes wander. “Oh,”
The ballroom becomes more lively as we sit down. Various CEOs of their companies come to greet us. We greet them warmly before settling down in our seats again. I fiddle with the tapestry on the table as more people come to greet us. Surprisingly, none of them came to talk to me.
There are all lowly reapers and workers. They are a bit shy as they approach her. The shortest among them steps forward. “Hi Anwen, you look stunning!”
Anwen stands on her feet and grins toward her. “Thank you, Penelope! You all look stunning as well. That blue really compliments your eyes,”
Penelope smiles as a man comes forth. The man is the same one that spilled coffee on me. He smiles and converses with her with the glee of a school boy with a crush. He stammers over his words and blushes when she praises him. I furrow my brows and scan the room to see gazes of interest and lust all directed at Anwen.
“You know, everyone has a crush on Anwen,”
I clench my jaw and avert my line of vision. Sofie wasn’t lying, was she. I groan and pinch the bridge of my nose. I steal a glance at Anwen and make sure she’s not reciprocating any of it. Her face is bright and she appears blissfully ignorant of all the attention on her. The second I relax and think nothing will blossom at all, her expression changes.
The room goes silent as her gaze becomes fixed on someone. Her lips part and her cheeks color themselves red. She’s frozen as a smile stretches across her face.
Whispers erupt from everywhere as new uninvited people come through the double doors wearing black from head to toe. Everyone begins to object and spew words of hatred as they descend the staircase. Everyone snarls at them. Everyone but Anwen. She stands up and makes her way to the one standing tall in the middle.
She stands, clutching her heart. “Axel? Axel, is that you?”
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Btw, here’s her dress:
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