~ Daniella ~
One hour and a half later, I am still in my position. My bottom had started to feel sore and my nose had begun to itch, but I remained as still as possible. I didn’t want the artists and Vincent to think that I am uncomfortable in my spot.
Actually, I am kinda having fun like this. It is just amazing to think that my face is being copied and immortalized in a canvas. I am honestly excited what the club members and Vincent’s students would create. It would be great if I get to ask or buy at least one of it so that I can have a souvenir during my stay here in the château.
Aside from my bottom and my nose complaining, I have this dilemma right now which I can’t seem to shrug off. Have you ever experienced not being able to move yet you have this urge to look at a certain direction? It is a nagging sensation in the back of your head that would never leave you alone. That’s exactly what I’m feeling right now and that directi
~ Daniella ~The second half of the session had started and here I am making a mannequin out of myself again. I did say that I felt like a queen an hour ago because of Vincent and Enrique’s warm gazes at me right? Now, I tell you, I feel like a prisoner with Erik’s accusatory and possessive glances. After doing some hasty strokes and weird actions with his brush, he hadn’t touched the canvas thereafter. It had been probably fifteen minutes past since he sat on his artist chair, silent, with one finger tracing the fine curve of his bottom lip. It was the middle finger and I would have thought of it as just insignificant if not for the object he was wearing...The spotlights were really bright but even so I still could determine a small greenish flare from Erik’s direction. Curious, I moved my eyes to see what was causing it. My mouth immediately opened after realizing he was wearing the ring (my RING!) in his middle finger. If I’m not mistaken, I thi
~ Daniella ~The Fancy Pants Club PledgeI, _Daniella E. Rosecraft_, of legal age, and a rightful resident of _Gracie Mews 401 E 80th Street, New York_, do hereby solemnly pledge myself before the Fancy Pants Club President, its Honorable Officers and its Witnesses to practice faithfully my duties as a Member of the Club.I hold the care of its activities as sacred and I will come to assist the officers with loyalty and honesty. I will not knowingly permit harm to come to my fellow members. I will not partake of, nor administer any unauthorized fancy events or parties without the written or expressed consent of the President.I will hold all personal matters pertaining to the private lives of the Members in strict confidence. I dedicate my mind, heart and all abilities to the Club. I shall do all in my power to show in myself an example of all that is honorable and good throughout my membership.
~ Erik ~“What’s gotten into you? Why would you invite Daniella into the Club?” asked Vincent to me when we were left alone in the table.This man is notorious for his keen eyesight that’s why we call him the Tactical Operations Specialist. He’d look at say, a blueprint of a castle, and in just an amount of thirty minutes he could already memorize all of the details in it. My plan, even though it is embedded in my brain, didn’t escape his inquisition. Even though he looks like the combined Shakespeare and Beethoven with his talent in Arts and Music, he is one hard core killer.Like me.The only difference between us is I have killed more damned souls than him, and I enjoy it.“I have my own reasons Vincent,” I stated whilst shifting in my seat. I stared at the half-finished cranberry juice Daniella had left, specifically the trace of pink lipstick on its rim.“Yeah right... reasons,
~ Daniella ~Here I am my head against the door; hands pressed firmly on my heaving chest, on the verge of insanity just because I have seen Erik in his vulnerable, mouth-watering state.Oh my God, what was I thinking! With his ‘amazing’ personality, I’m supposed to be immune to his charms right? Right?No, you’re not, my subconscious immediately rebutted.Okay. Okay... I’ll admit it. I’m not immune to the President’s physical elements and that was already obvious when I first met him. I’ve always found him sexy, but I never expected him to be this sexy! Like he could easily charm his way into a convent, shirtless!Shit!Mortified by the realization that I had zoned out the moment I saw him like that, I had to retreat to my room quickly. I couldn’t give Erik the pleasure of finding out I admired his lean, hard torso; the sinews, the obliques, the gorgeous valleys of his c
~ Daniella ~After our conversation with Rohan, Erik sent me back to my room for reasons unclear to me. His only instruction was to stay there until he fetches me later tonight. I, of course, complained with his boring order. I didn’t want to stay and be unproductive. Taking advantage of my words, he smirked and gave me my first assignment and that was to memorize the rooms of each floors of the chateau by heart.In the end, I stayed in my room for four hours; did some internet surfing through the chateau’s excellent WiFi on my laptop, learning the map of the floors and its rooms (yeah, by heart), and ate my lunch alone. When afternoon came however, a knock on my door sounded. It was Suri visiting me with her old-man butler bringing a basket of pastry and tea.Since the first day I met this sweet angel, I knew already she was a refined lady; wearing European clothes that Vogue would like to put on their magazines and her holding lav
~ Daniella ~“Daniella.”A woman’s voice so familiar to me called my attention after the slideshow. The light was still dim yet when I turned around to look at the woman, I could clearly distinguish Ms. Elaine’s lovely face. She was bending low to look at me with a huge smile on her face.I stood up immediately and rounded my seat taking note that I won’t disturb Erik’s sleep.“Ms. Elaine, how are you?” I strained my voice to say. I gave her a big smile and after which we kissed cheek to cheek.“I’m good. I’m good.” She bobbed her head. “Wow. I can’t believe you’re here!”I shyly looked down.“Actually, I think of you as the type of person that is conservative and virtuous, yet you surprise me by coming here and more so with the President of the Fancy Pants Club!”Oh, goodness. Here comes the interrogation that I expect from her.Sh
~ Daniella ~Once again, our ride back to the chateau was the same: silent, awkward and suffocating, but this time it wasn’t because Erik was brooding, it was because I refuse to answer him when he apologized for what Rohan did to us earlier.I didn’t want to talk about it. I want to forget all of it especially now that my skin is still burning with want... with the need to be sated. If I were to speak to him, he’d notice my trembling voice. He’d notice that I was still affected with the lesson. And he’d notice that I was partly irked of his calm demeanor... too calm for my liking. In fact I bet that’s the reason why our God-forsaken ride had already lasted for thirty minutes. Our ride was supposed to be just ten or less. Why was the car so slow?“Daniella, speak to me,” was his order when my silence continued to drag on.I was looking at my window; my hands were resting on my lap with the rhinestone purs
~ Daniella ~As the saying goes, “Take up the challenges of the present and leave the past behind.” Yesterday was a past I would happily leave in the deep recesses of my brain. I won’t allow it now to hunt me especially that today is my unveiling party. Still, Erik didn’t mention about it last night, but when I checked on my phone the moment I woke up, his message told me the exact information I wanted, but with a different twist.‘Before you go to your ball at eleven, my Cinderella, clean my bathroom first. My bed needs some attention too so don’t forget to change the linens and pillow cases. I’ll be in the gym with Enrique doing kickboxing, so make sure when I arrive, I have a full-on protein breakfast ready.’Tsk. Certainly I feel like I am in a cheap Cinderella movie where I am forced to become a maid to an evil soul. Only the difference is that this remake doesn’t have a mad step-mother but a devil and that devil is in the form