I’m taking his invitation and following him to the dance floor.
The dance floor looks so crowded.
That makes me sick just to look at it.
I can’t dance smoothly in this kind of situation.
If my headache appeared again, I might lose from this guy.
Damn it my vertigo. Oh! I know a trick.
I’m pulling his hand just to make him turn around to see me.
That smug face feels like permanent on his face right now.
“What’s wrong, prekrasnyy?” With a teasing voice.
“I was thinking of a great idea. You want to hear it?”
“Anything for you, Printsessa.”
I pull him closer so I can whisper my idea right into his ear.
“I want that dance floor’s belong to us. Just the two of us, dance romantically.”
When I gave him a wink, he was surprised by my action.
After a few blink from him, that smug face appears once again.
“How can you be so straightforward now? What’s gotten into you?”
I’m not answering any of his questions.
Mr. Sneg doesn’t have to know about my weaknesses.
He is still holding my hand to the musician stage.
One of the musicians gives the mic to him.
“Good evening everyone.” He greets everyone in the room.
From his first sentence, everyone turned around to see the voice source.
But almost everyone in the room focuses on our hands.
I can’t do anything about it because ‘they’ are watching me.
“I’m so sorry if I’m bothering the dance floor right now. May I have a request for everyone in here.”
Everyone answered him with cheers as a sign of agreement to him.
“Thank you. Thank you everyone. I appreciate the concern towards us. My request is when I dance with my zhenikh, please do not get near us. But I would really appreciate it if everyone was not on the dance floor when we are dancing beautifully.”
With that declared, everyone starts to leave the dance floor.
It’s not crowded anymore.
Game over, Mr. Sneg.
When he looks at me still with his smug face, I give him a sweet fake smile.
Mr. Sneg takes my hand to the center of the dance floor.
He is letting go my hand then bows for a dance invitation.
I answer him with a bow and take his hand.
When we got into position, the musician started the music for us.
It's slow dance music and the difficulty is not that hard.
Almost too easy for me.
Is he requesting it to them? It’s too slow and so easy to follow.
“Like the music, prekrasnyy?”
“Ne za chto.”
I can feel his eyes are always staring into my eyes.
But I don’t want to stare at him.
It disgusts me.
And his movement, it feels like he actually is not a really good dancer.
Did he just learn how to dance lately? His movement is so simple.
“How’s your day?” He starts to make a conversation.
“Lovely without you, thank you.” I say coldly to him.
“Oowww.. It hurts my heart prekrasnyy.”
He acts so dramatically and shooks his head lightly.
I’m thinking about how to win this little game from him.
Actually, there’s a simple idea and it’s super effective in this kind of situation.
Need another round with him huh?
“Say, Mr. Sneg. Would you like to have another dance with me?”
“I would love anything from you, moya printsessa.”
Once again, I show my soft fake smile to him.
I look at him and he’s still looking at me with that face.
Then he bowed forward to get close to my ear.
“Just tell me when you already fall for me, Moya lyubov'. Just admit it already. You actually enjoy this dance floor with me, right?”
He looks back at me and that face not fading away.
Keep your face like that Mr. Sneg. Keep it until you can’t even make that face anymore.
I only give a fake smile at him again then answer him with a teasing voice.
“Yes, Mr. Sneg. Yes, I do.”
“I’ll accept how many times you’ll dance with me, Mrs. Valter.”
“That’s so kind of you, Mr. Sneg. Let me tell you something.”
Now it’s my turn to get closer to his ear.
“Heute Abend ist mein sieg, Mr. Sneg.”
He looks at me with a confused face, probably because he doesn’t understand my language.
Just like what I was looking for.
He tried to ask me what the meaning of my words were.
But my luck is on my side right now.
The song stops, that means we need to separate and bow for each other.
He starts his way to the musician stage to request probably another slow music.
I take his hand quickly before he requests another easy song for him.
“I’m a little bit thirsty. Can you please call your servant for a glass of water?”
“Anything. Anything for you moya lyubov'”
“Spasibo.”
When he is gone, I tell the musicians to play a faster rhythm song than before.
They answer me with a nod and then I smile softly to them.
“Here’s your drink, printsessa.” He gives the glass of water then wink to me.
I take three sips of my glass and turn to give him my glass.
“Thanks again.”
He just smiles at me then puts the glass to the nearest table.
When he turned around to face me, he lent me his hand again for invitation.
“Should we?” He’s raising an eyebrow.
I take his hand with a smile to him.
Fortunately, Mr. Sneg still doesn’t notice any of my plans.
He takes my hand once again to the center of the dance floor.
When the music plays, I can tell his smug face is starting to fade away.
He shows his confused face at the musician stage.
He can’t keep up his pace of dance with the music rhythm.
It is my turn to take the lead and make him look shameful in front of everyone in the room.
I can feel he starts to panic when he makes so many mistakes, like miss footsteps, the pace of his movement, wrong moves with the music rhythm.
“What’s wrong, Mr. Sneg? Aren’t you enjoying the dance with me?” with a sarcasm tone.
“Wha.. What did you tell them?!” His voice almost cracked because he felt humiliated by me.
One of his weaknesses got explored right in front of everyone.
Lenya Sneg, one of the greatest conglomerates in Russia, can’t dance.
The people keep chattering and looking at him.
“I hope this will be your best dance of your entire life, Mr. Sneg.”
“You little…” He holds his emotion as much as he can.
I can feel he’s really upset with me right now.
But I don’t care about him anyway.
He is the one who started it first.
Our position is perfect and he helped me to make this successful.
He is the one who let us be in the center of the dance floor and take everyone's attention.
To finish his little game.
It’s my turn to give my smuggest face to him.
Only to make him more upset towards me.
I lean into one of his ears.
“To be true is, I’m kind of enjoying this view of you. And thank you for helping me to set up this kind of situation to make it perfect.”
Mr. Sneg didn’t give me any responses.
He only gripped my hand and waist tighter than before.
That means it’s my first victory against him.
Big victory for me though.
“One and zero for us.”
I guess he no longer can hold on to his anger anymore.
He pushes me forcefully and almost makes me get down to the floor.
“Don’t get too cocky you little slut!” His voice is raising almost like he’s shouting.
Everyone who's watching let out a loud gasp towards us then starts to chatter to each other about his behavior towards me.
I only response him with a brightest smile as the sign of ‘I win again, Mr.sneg’
He stepped closer to me and gripped my upper arms tighter.
“LENYA SNEG!”
He stops his action immediately when he hears someone voice behind him.
It’s a man's voice.
“What do you think you are doing?!” He steps into the dance floor.
“She started it first, Father!.”
“Enough! Get back to your room. Now!”
That man shouting out loud to him.
Everyone still stays silent for a moment after his father came out.
It is my first time seeing his father.
He is holding a glass of wine in his right hand.
His outfit is not as jazzy as Mr. Sneg.
He’s wearing a white suit.
A red rose on his right pocket suit, no garment, no crown, completely different from his son.
When he got closer to me, I could see something on his neck. A scar, a big one.
“Good evening, Mrs. Valter. I’m so sorry for my son's behavior.” He bows lightly to me.
“Good evening, sir. Please, don’t be sorry, sir. It’s not your fault he did that to me. I’m not even getting hurt so don’t worry.”
“Thank you for your understanding of my son.”
“No problem Mr. Sneg. It’s not like it was my first time getting something like that.” I smile softly at him.
“Yes, it is. I believe this is not your first time doing something like that to the others.”
Then he turns around, starts walking away from me.
I blink my eyes a few times after he said that to me.
Wai.. what? What does he mean by that?
“Umm.. I beg your pardon sir?”
He let out a sigh then turns around to see me.
“Like I said, It’s not your first time. You are that kind of type, didn’t you? Challenge everyone you meet and obsess with your status. That’s why they called you the arrogant queen, right?.”
“Sir, I don’t know anything about what you are talking about.”
“You know that Lenya can’t dance right? From the start, you already knew about it but you choose to embarrass him in front of everyone. You chose to explore one of his weaknesses so you won’t risk falling off your throne.”
“Sir. Please don’t judge me from how it looks. He started it first. I’ve told him that I don’t want to dance but my mother showed up to force me to dance with him.”
“And the reason why you don’t want to dance with him? The reason why you don’t refuse your mother force?”
“I don’t want to dance because I don’t want to, sir. There’s no specific reason. And for the reason I can’t refuse is because my mom, I don’t want to make a scene in public because the two of us.”
After I’m saying this, he lifts his face to me.
“So you chose to have a scene with my son. I’ve told you, you are obsessed with your status. You want to make everyone look not as good as you.”
“Sir, none of this will happen if your son doesn’t invite me to the dance. But in the first place, the problem is coming from your son.”
“It’s just an invitation to a dance. It’s not the point of the problem.”
My anger almost makes me lose control.
He doesn’t know anything about me and how I feel having this stupid family name.
I take a deep breath then start to talk to him calmly once again.
“To be true sir, if your son is not over confident to me and annoyed me, none of these things happens.
“He just wanted to be his own self. There’s nothing wrong with it.”
“I know everyone deserves to choose their own life but there’s always a limitation for it.”
My heart hurt when I said those words.
It’s not like I deserved to say something like this to anyone.
“Then why can’t you just accept it?!”
He raised his voice a little bit and almost startled me.
Did I make him upset? I’m sorry sir but this needs to end now.
“How about, your son is the one who accepts that I don’t have any interest in him?”
“Can’t you see how hard he’s trying so hard just to get your heart?! Can’t you even appreciate his effort even just a little?!”
I furrowed my brows when he said that.
You don’t even know the truth!
“No sir. He is not in love with me. If he loves me, he will stop doing the things that bothers me. And I’ve told him that I don’t like the way he approaches me.”
I know about this because I can see their heart colour.
“You don’t even know about love! You don’t know how much money he spends just to buy those flowers every single day for you!”
“Brain is for thinking and the heart is for feeling. You can’t buy someone's heart. You need to feel it by yourself.”
My last sentence makes him silent.
I can see how upset he is right now.
“If there’s nothing to say, I’ll take my…”
SPLASH…
I close my eyes right when something comes to my face.
My face is all wet because of it.
My dress is soaked with the red maroon drink.
It’s the smell of wine.
He splashed it at me.
In the center of the dance floor, in front of everyone.
“Get. Out.”
****
“And then when we arrived at our mansion, they really scolded me with a very long speech. It’s still the same though. They always think that the problem comes because of me.”
The twins look at me with an unbelievable face.
I can feel the fury inside of them towards my parents.
“Did they hurt you, Vil?” Mana says to me with a concerning face.
“Yes. They hit me on my lower arms. But no worries, It’s not hurt anymore.”
Then Mari touches me right exactly where they hurt me last night.
I flinch from her touch.
Now they know that I tried to hide it.
They really hit me really hard last night.
That hurt so much that I almost feel like my arms are burning last night.
“Vil. Please don’t hide it from us okay? We won’t let anyone know about it.”
“Vil, We know how strict your parents are.”
I didn’t respond to them.
Somehow it’s become one of my habits to hide my wound from everyone.
Then I can feel a pair of warm arms wrapped around my neck and warm hands cup my hands.
“Vil. Remember, we are best friends. There’s no way we are going to do such a thing to you.”
“Please trust us okay? May we see your wound?”
Yes, I know that their colour is yellow.
But I still haven't gotten used to it.
Showing weaknesses to anyone.
I let out a sigh then responded with a nod.
I take a deep breath to roll up my sleeves.
Now, the wound is exposed clearly to them.
And actually my wounds are not yet treated well.
So it still looks freshly wounded by them.
They look at my arms in teror.
Actually the wounds were quite bad because they hit me really hard.
But it’s not the worst wound I’ve got.
“Vil this are…”
“This incredibly hurt Vil! Why did you hide it from us?!”
My lips get dry by how they react to my wounds.
I can’t let out any single words to them.
My brows furrowed when Mari raised her voice to me.
“Mari! Don’t raise your voice! Anyone can hear it!” Mana tries to calm her down.
“But! Look at this, Mana! What kind of parents would hurt their daughter like this!”
She raises my hands so they can look at it closely.
“Yes I know! But, we need to stay calm okay? Please, think about if someone heard this.”
Mari takes a deep breath to control her anger.
“Calm down sis. Do it for Vil okay. We need to treat her right now.” Mana says in a calming tone.
After a moment, Mari let out a sigh.
“Yes. You are right sis. Thank you.”
“Vil, can you stand up?” Mana looks at me and she holds my shoulders.
I answer them with a nod once again.
But Mari held me to stay at my place.
“No. You are not alright Vil, I can tell it. Remember you need to keep up those figures in front of everyone. If someone sees you right now, you’ll be in trouble right? And we don’t want any more trouble to come to you.”
I smile weakly at them.
They really are the one who understand me the most.
I’m grateful to have them.
After a moment, I take a deep breath and I guess I can keep up my figure right now.
“Alright. We can go now. Thank you guys for always understanding me.”
“No need to thank us, Vil.”
“We are best friends! So this kind of thing is not a problem for us.”
I want to hug them so bad but I’m still not used to it.
I promise to myself.
I won’t forget how grateful I am to have them with me.
On our way to the infirmary, we hear everyone shouting from a distance.
Then after a moment, two teachers and a student council passed by from us.
“This way, teachers!”
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