||Handsome: having a pleasing and usually impressive or dignified appearance.||
It was the day of the Kings banquet, the two days had flew past quickly without the interference from the King. Arabella had found her daily solace in the burning liquor of alcohol that deliciously slinked down her throat.
Arabella's family had arrived that morning, the day spent readying themselves for the banquet. Her parents, and alpha were limited to no direct interaction with the King by Arabella. The truth had been concealed by Vladimir too. Though it was not like they were eager to meet him.
The last minute arrival of Arabella's family was due to the organization and planning for the administration of the Gardenian Pack they were engaged in for the time they would be absent from their pack. Even Benjamin had come from Canada to attend the King's banquet.
Arabella's mother had questioned Arabella of every last detail of her stay so far in England. The answers all lies that Arabella replied with. Her mother had ordered the stylist and designers to 'make Arabella look presentable' for the day's event, and now she was stuck in a chair getting her finger and toe nails groomed.
Arabella's hair was cut three inches below her ear, only the natural brown hair prevailed. The decision to cut her hair was made by her mother though Arabella didn't really care. She was stuck in the chair with the stylist combing her now short hair.
When it was the time to get ready for the banquet, Arabella was coerced to stop eating lunch and go take a bath. Pulled into her mother's room, they stylist came too, a white box placed on the bed.
After the stylist had blowdried her hair, they left it in its natural wavy style. Arabella didn't have much a choice in anything and just let them do what they were doing. Sitting still, she allowed them to apply makeup to her face and groom her.
The opening of the box by her mother, revealed an elegant, raven gown, with beautiful lace intertwined in the bodice. Stepping into the dress, the stylist zipped up the back of the dress, tightening it. A long slit at the left leg, from her thigh downward could be seen. Her feet adorned with black stilettos.
Arabella thanked the stylist and went downstairs to the living room, her family waiting. Alpha Mike and his female Sophia sat it the love-seat; Beta Matt and Arabella's mother Emily waited by the door and Benjamin on the recliner scrolling through his phone. Vladimir and Cassandra entering the room, exiting the kitchen, all busy with their own troubles.
The Alpha spoke first, "It seems there is trouble in the pack. Our arrival will be delayed."
"What is the problem in the pack?" Arabella asked worried.
The Alpha's expression softened, he did not know how she would handle the news, "Arabella, you may go to the banquet. We will deal with the problem."
"But what is the problem in the pack?" She asked former, irritated that he would not tell her.
The Alpha narrowed his eyes at her, "It does not concern you anymore. This is all I will discuss with you. Now leave and go to the banquet." He said to her seriously.
Arabella's eyes hardened with realization. She was not part of that pack anymore, and pack business was confidential.
"I understand." She said coldly before striding out of the house.
Entering her vehicle she sped down the lane. She was so frustrated with the arguments she was so constantly engaged in. Every one of her conversations included fighting and it wasn't healthy for her.
Going through security and giving the valet her keys seemed like a normal routine for her now she realized as she walked into the hall after being confirmed as Arabella Gardena from The Gardenian Pack. Walking down the staircase that led into the ballroom, the announcer declared her as Arabella Gardenia, Daughter of the Gardenias from The Gardenian Pack.
The crowd gazed upon her as she descended the stairs, her head held high. The King was not present in the room she noticed as she stood at the end of the staircase. The room was bustling with elegantly dressed maidens and their proud mates on their arms.
Arabella took a glass of champagne from the waiter who was offering it, thanking him.
Arabella sat at her family's table alone scrutinizing the people dancing on the dance floor who waltz eloquently as she sipped her champagne.
Half of an hour had passed and Arabella had heard no news of her family and was on her fourth glass of champagne. A particular scent was wafting through the air; familiar and powerful. The King.
Her eyes landed on her standing figure, his body adorned with the tailored raven suit looking sexy as ever. His face was set in a slight frown, almost unnoticeable but it was there. His smiles to the best wishers were forced. His eyes landed on Arabella and his eyes widened and his brows furrowed before he looked away, his focus back to the person who was speaking to him.
Arabella looked away disinterested, pouring down the glass of alcohol down her throat faster, she reached for another one from a nearby waiter. Not long after, the King appeared in front of her as he held his hand out. Soft music enveloped the room in graceful melody.
"May I have this dance with you?" The King asked Arabella, his arm outstretched awaiting her hand.
Arabella was reluctant at first but she relented after realizing it was his birthday after all. Placing her hand into his warm hand, warmness spread through her body.
The King smiled slightly as she rose from her seat and they both went to the center of the ballroom, soft music wafting through the air. His hand travelled from her shoulder and down to the small of her back, another took ahold of her hand and brought it up. The crowd stopped their chatter to look at them.
A slow waltz had begun between the two, Arabella's hand grasped the King's hand tightly and the other on his broad shoulders.
"Look at me." The King said to Arabella.
Her head rising immediately, she looked at him passively. His curly hair again in a non uniformed style, handsomely unruly.
"You look absolutely beautiful." The King said proudly, Star struck.
"Thank you," Arabella said, " Happy Birthday." She whispered in close to his ear.
A slight smile graced his lips as he pulled her closer to him, their bodies flush against each other's.
"Thank you." He said as the two dance in synchronization with each other. The feel of their bodies against each other maddened the King in want. His female was with him and content.
"Where is your family?" The King said after the dance ended and they pulled apart slightly for the other one song to start.
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^pic above of Arabella's dress^
Why is Arabella's family so cold?
Xavier is definitely up to something, isn't he?
Is Arabella softening up to The King?
Will Arabella give the King a chance?
Will Arabella forgive the King soon?
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