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"A woman is the full circle. Within her is the power to create, nurture and transform."
Diane Mariechild
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Margot

Have you ever felt like taking a scalpel and then cutting open your friend's head just to see precisely what is going on in there?

Well, that's exactly how I'm feeling right now. I mean, if not because some alien cells have invaded my best friend's brain, what, in the world, would make her decide to leave me no choice but to sit beside the last person I want to sit beside?

That person being Vikram: the guy I not so much as say 'Thank you' to after saving me from being kidnapped.

I gently and slowly lower my derrière on the seat beside Vikram and silently pray he doesn't look up till the ceremony ends; a stupid prayer, I know, but a girl could dream.

I shoot Metisha a glare but she looks at me, confused. Her expression reminds me that Jules is the one I should glare at, not Metisha. However, Jules intentionally, I'm sure, fixes her gaze ahead of her.

She is so going to get it later.

"What..." Metisha starts to say something but the MC's voice announcing the wedding party's commencement interrupts her.

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"May I have this dance?" A deep, husky voice says in a soft whisper behind me.

For some time now, I've done nothing (apart from taking pictures and signing autographs) but stare as people; Jules and Metisha included; occupy the dance floor and do what the place is meant for: Dance.

I, on the other hand, can't go to the dance floor for fear of being seen by Vikram. I don't know if it's sheer luck or God actually listened to my dumb prayers earlier but Vikram didn't even glance in my direction despite the fact that we were sitting beside each other.

Isn't God so good?

I'm never skipping Mass again.

Meanwhile, I turn around with the sole purpose of declining and then with a smile, ask if the individual wouldn't mind an autograph. That technique seems to have worked so far.

With a smile on my face, I turn around and..

"Golly gee!" I squeal as I come face to face with the person I've been avoiding all along.

At my horrified expression, he simpers. "Why do you look so scared, Mag?"

"Is that even a question? Of course you scared me!"

"I am sorry," he says, a sober look on his face. "Dance with me?"

I start to decline but the lost puppy look he's giving me right now makes it difficult to do that.

"Just one dance."

With the beautiful neon lights, the cool atmosphere of the room and the beautiful song being rendered by the live band, I should feel at peace, right? Then why do I keep getting the heebie-jeebies as I dance with Vikram?

Don't get me wrong, he's not a shitty dancer, far from it. In fact, he seems to excellently know what he's doing on the dance floor. I, on the other hand, keep stepping on his toes even though my six inch heel has raised 5'6 me to almost the same height as his 6'2.

The way he keeps looking into my eyes isn't making things easier.

I search for something to say as a distraction. "So.. um.. Did you know I sat beside you earlier?"

Since he is holding me close, I can see the way his eyes lit up at my question, like as if he's been expecting me to ask. "Yes, I knew."

"Then why.."

"You didn't want to have anything to do with me, did you?"

"How did you even know? You didn't look up," I point out, in a desperate attempt to avoid having to answer his question.

"Your smell."

I choke on my saliva. "Excuse me?"

He laughs at my reaction and I don't know how that's possible, maybe it's the neon lights, but I could see specks of gold in his honey brown eyes.

"I meant your perfume." I raise a brow at him, he smiles back at me. "It's the same as the one you were wearing on that fateful day," he says, referring to the day I almost got kidnapped. "I'm conversant with perfumes and believe me when I say that particular scent is rare and expensive. I still wasn't sure though. However, the whispers of Margot Johns affirmed my suspicion," At his last statement, he mimics my action and raises his eyebrow at me.

Because he is just way too close and smells so good and well, because I'm embarrassed; I bury my face in his chest without thinking.

He freezes, obviously not expecting that kind of reaction from me. I am still in a dilemma as to maybe stay stuck like that forever or look him in the eye and defend my actions, when a bright light suddenly flashes me in the eye.

What is..

"Excuse me," Vikram says somewhat softly.

Why can't the ground just open and swallow me now? Why?

If it were possible for a black person to blush, I am sure my cheeks would have become as red as Metisha's had been the day she told us about the first time she did it. I slowly lift my head from Vikram's chest and without looking up, walk away from him. As soon as I leave the dance floor, I look back to see if he's still there but I'm surprised when I see that he's no longer there.

Ugh! I'm so stupid. What was I even thinking?

"Hey booboo."

I roll my eyes. Metisha and her ridiculous nicknames.

"What's up?"

"Nothing much. Just been tasting and sampling with Freddy."

"Where's the boy toy, anyway?"

"Should be on the dance floor. I tell ya, that boy is a god when it comes to dancing. If only the merciful Lord would give him some brain cells with all that gorgeousness," she says with a look of pity that actually looks sincere.

I rumble with laughter, holding her arm for support. I really am glad I have this girl.

"What do you think they are talking about?" she asks as she picks up two flutes of champagne from the waiter and gives one to me.

"Who?"

"Jules and that guy."

I look straight ahead to see Jules and a young boy engaged in what seems to be an intense discussion. "Isn't that the band leader?"

"Now that I think about it, I feel like I've seen him before."

"Of course. He was singing just a few minutes ago."

"No, that's not what Hiii, handsome."

I look away from Jules and see Metisha smiling flirtatiously at..

Vikram?

"Hi, beautiful." He smiles back and even fucking winks at her.

"Vi..Vikram, w..what are you d..doing here?"

Why you stuttering, Margie?

He doesn't answer my question. Instead, he leans close to Metisha and whispers in her ear. Metisha laughs as he moves away from her.

"Oh, of course, borrow her away!" she finally says after completing her laughing session. Before I know it, I am being shoved into Vikram's arms who expertly wraps his hand around my tiny waist and leads me away from Metisha. I look behind me and mouth 'Traitor' to Metisha. She blows me a kiss in return.

Bitch!

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