Wild Tears

Chapter 55

Ares' POV :

The night has descended upon us, casting its velvety veil over the festivities. The air is alive with the echoes of laughter and the gentle strains of classical music that swirl around like a comforting embrace. It is a scene that carries a sense of nostalgia, a reminder of tradition and connection.

My father, surrounded by his friends, engages in animated conversations that seem to merge effortlessly with the atmosphere. Their camaraderie is both familiar and surreal, a reminder of the dual nature of their lives, one that encompasses both family bonds and the intricate web of the mafia world.

As I survey the scene, my attention is drawn to the dance floor, where couples move in graceful harmony to the music. Among them, I spot Zion and Della dancing. Their laughter and shared glances a testament to their own special bond, twirl gracefully nearby. Navy and Michael, lost in their own world of joy, seem to embody the very essence of the celebration. I even spot Clair dancing with Ezekiel. 

That's surprising but I'm glad she isn't after me anymore.

Finally, my eyes land on Leah who's talking to a random girl. I smirk as I start to approach her.

"Rose" I mutter softly and she turns around. She smiles.

"Would you like to..." I pause as I extend my hand towards her, a silent invitation for a dance that went beyond words.

"Sure" Her smile, radiant and full of anticipation, is like a beacon of light, and as she places her hand in mine, I feel a sense of connection that is both profound and heartwarming.

Drawing her onto the dance floor, I pull her close, her form fitting perfectly against mine. With one hand on her waist and the other gently intertwining with hers, we begin to move to the rhythm of the music. Her presence is a balm to my soul, and as we dance, the world around us seems to fade away, leaving only the two of us in a realm of shared moments and unspoken understanding.

Leah's hand on my shoulder, the warmth of her touch, sends a rush of emotions coursing through me. There is an intimacy in our connection, a wordless exchange that speaks volumes about the depth of our bond. With every step, every sway, I feel as if I'm learning more about her, about us, in a way that transcends mere words.

"Do you remember our first dance?" She asks.

"That's unforgettable. Actually, every moment we spent together is unforgettable" I smile.

She giggles. I look behind her. Clair is dancing with Ezekiel but her eyes are on me. Her eyes are burning with jealousy. 

Anyway, I shift my attention back to Leah. As the music plays on, I twirl her, the laughter that spills from her lips like music to my ears. The joy in her eyes, and the sound of her laughter, resonate within me, stirring a sense of happiness that feels almost overwhelming.

 My gaze momentarily shifts from Leah as I catch the subtle movement out of the corner of my eye. Mr Grayson's gesture is unmistakable—a silent signal that he wants to speak with me.

I glance back at Leah. "Uh...I'll come back in a few minutes" I offer Leah an apologetic smile before gently releasing her from our dance.

Leaving the dance floor, I make my way towards Mr Grayson, who stands with an air of quiet authority. The music still swirls around us, the celebration continuing its vibrant cadence, but at that moment, it is as if a separate bubble has formed around us, isolating us from the revelry.

Mr Grayson and I find a moment to step aside from the bustling celebration, the subdued lighting casting an aura of intimacy around us. His expression is a mixture of seriousness and consideration, and I know that our conversation holds weight.