Thread: [ Rupphausin & Tortoise ] When A Fairytale Fades Away;;

T he clock??s arrows glided past eleven, the luxurious dining hall reserved for the hundred guests slowly losing its audience. The supper had been quite a success, ending without a hint of drama that such occasions were usually filled with. Desiree Montagne and James Giovanni were a day from their wedding, the young couple literally bursting with happiness as they bid farewell to the people who were going to mix with the far more imposing crowd of a dozen hundred people the following afternoon. Close friends, bridesmaids, family and important colleagues were present that night for a recital of vows and simply an evening filled with memories of the past and hopes for the future. The groom and the bride had been supposed to get married for years ?? their destiny decided for them before they met. No, there hasn??t been an arranged marriage per say, yet the parents have had quite a toll on their relationship. Desiree was an heiress of the owner of a large chain of hotels and smaller scale businesses and James, at the early age of thirty two ?? seven years older than his beloved, was appointed CEO of an international corporation. The couple had quite a few skeletons in their closet breakups, cheating and so forth, yet their families have been supportive and found hundreds of reasons for the two to get back together. The efforts paid off handsomely when the couple decided that they truly didn??t need anyone else and things steadily returned to place. The two young people were beyond happy, their perfect marriage ceremony planned out by the best wedding planners they could find, her dress almost blinding in its beauty. Without the family??s knowledge, the couple simply realized that they were meant for each other and that their destiny was to end in a fairy tale. And so it went. Desiree absently chatted with the women who commented on her beautiful dress, all smiles and giggles. Soon enough, however, she excused herself and walked up to her husband. The restaurant was at present open to all and its open bar was steadily filling with executives and people of the upper crust of Los Angeles and the rest of the world. James, meanwhile, was speaking to a pair of board member of his corporation, clearly charming them. ??Forgive me, gentlemen. I will have to steal this lovely man from you for a second,? she cooed, uncovering the perfect row of painfully white teeth, her sultry voice sounding sweet and affectionate. The gentlemen in question laughed in their painfully posh, superior manner, uttering compliments to the bride. The sole source of her comfort was the fact that the compliments were genuine ?? she knew that most of the men James worked with would have loved to bed her. Young, beautiful, smart and rich. What else was there to ask for? ??James, honey, I think I??ll go now. Don??t want to look like I didn??t get enough sleep on the big day,? she whispered excitedly, leading him away, her hands locked with his. The man sighed, brushing a lock of hair out of the bride??s eyes. ??Alright. I can??t wait?Desiree Giovanni,? he replied in a sweet whisper, leaning in to kiss her cheek. ??Sleep tight. I miss you,? he murmured and nodded to her, soon leaving his future wife. Desiree warmly laughed as he left. Giovanni. She was a descendant of a long line of French nobles who eventually decided to mix with an equally long line of British aristocrats, one family saving the other from bankruptcy, and the only problems with their union were the potential loss of certain values, her newly gained Italian last name and her turn from Protestantism to Catoliscism the man's family would likely request. Desiree walked off, her hips swaying invitingly with each step. She couldn??t believe that she was lying to the man. However, Devon told her that they needed to talk without specifying the topic, and she assumed that it had something to do with his current occupation as the groom??s best man. Carefully slipping away from the crowd, the woman entered the empty bathroom, studying herself in the dim mirrors. Despite the late hour she was stunning. The young girl was a curious mix of classic beauty and exoticism, the latter prevailing. Her chestnut hair fell down to her waist in rick thick waves, its form almost perfect voluminous and natural looking. The uneven threads framed her delicate face, highlighting her high cheekbones and thin neck. The eyes, however, were the most striking feature about her. Intelligent, large and bright were adjectives far from sufficient to describe the orbs. No, they hypnotized and drew in any man that gazed into them. Whether it was the feline like shape, the thick long eyelashes casting a soft shadow across the whites of her eyes, or the irises ?? a circle of light blue fading into the emerald with hints of yellow around the pupil, was hard to tell. She wore little makeup otherwise, choosing natural beauty over paint. Meanwhile, she had to be prettier than usually to impress their guests so she applied a hint of golden eyeliner on the inner corners of her eyes, black eyeliner smudged along the outer and mascara coating her eyelashes created a cat-like effect, giving her a sexy, dangerous vibe. On her full lips was a hint of light pink lipstick, her smooth skin graced with a hint of bronzer to highlight the cheekbones. Her skin was untouched by foundation or anything along the lines, for it held a healthy glow from the lifestyle she led and color was added to her fair skin by an occasional trip to the tanning salon. The woman??s body, supple and delicate, was confined in a tight black dress that reached approximately halfway through her thigh. It was made of silk, the sleeves consisting of thick straps, forming a square around her cleavage, showing off the firm D cup of hers quite nicely. Her flat stomach, round rear and shapely hips were also paid homage to with the help of the dress??s tightness. Despite an overwhelming price tag, the dress was extremely simple ?? it was all about accessories. She wrapped a fairly thin red silk strap around her waist, making a bow at the back, left a thin pearls bracelet on her wrist, a careful diamond incrusted letter ??D?? in italics dangling from its side, a matching necklace and long matching earrings and ended it all with a pair of red suede pumps. All in all, the young woman looked like a star from an old movie, waiting for her soldier to come back from the Second World War. Letting out a soft sigh, she picked up her black clutch and left the bathroom, walking out to the fairly remote spot toward the exit of the dining hall. There, she crossed the pair of long legs, leaning back against a seat that matched her bow, sipping on champagne she grabbed along the way.