Chapter 21 - The Eternal Garden [Part 1]

"How come you always act so unladylike" he intoned.

I was instantly broke out of my trance.

"What?" I said with a frown.

"Tell me Sylvia..." he began, his fingers still beneath my chin.

I shiver, my name rolling off his tongue always does that to me.

"What were you thinking?" he asked huskily, drawing close to me, so close that there wasn't any space between us.

I couldn't take my eyes off him, it was just glued to his perfectly handsome face that could get any girl tripping and I was, really bad.

He tilts his head to the side at my silence, a wicked smirk curled at the end of his lip just one side of it, like he knew what he was doing to me.

Dear Lord! The feeling to my core was coming unbearable? Why?

"I believe I asked a question Sylvia"

"Nothing" I drawled.

He made a hmm sound. Suddenly the carriage budged again, I gasp when he held my waist tightly and firm so that I wouldn't fall.

A deep shiver struck my body, his hands were so cold, why was it always so cold?

I was still trapped in this position, our faces also touching, no space between us at all, my heart slamming in loud thuds, despite his cold body, I was feeling so hot right now, I could only hope we get there on time, the sooner I get off this position no matter how tempting it was.

I should remember who I was dealing with... a Husband who tried to get rid of his wife, I shouldn't forget that.

"Don't you think this position is getting uncomfortable" I intoned in a serious tone.

"A simple budge and then you're on the floor," he said.

I huffed, what was he trying to say? That I have no stamina?

"Your make-up could get ruined"

Ugh!!! This man was absolutely annoying.

Suddenly the carriage came to an abrupt stop, the horses neighing.

Before I could blink Cedric was off me, I just rolled my eyes, feeling my cheeks, they were so hot, I wouldn't need a mirror to tell me how flushed I was right now... some air would do.

"My Lord we have arrived," The Chauffeur said at the door, opening it.

Cedric got down first, before turning to me, stretching his hand for me, I gulped before taking his black-gloved hand, leather of course.

He helped me down the carriage and then I came in view that got me awestruck.

My lips went apart as I gasped, staring at the beauty before me I never thought existed.

The entrance was coated with flowers, embodied on the iron gates spread out, the glasses so green that they didn't look normal, colorful shades of flower I never thought I would see.

Even as we walked to the entrance, there were butterflies everywhere, my favorite and more they were different colors, I never knew there were so many, they moved around in wonder as well as sprinkling shiny dust from their bottom.

"Is this real?" I said in amazement.

I quickly rushed when I saw one of the butterflies descend on white roses, it was red, an odd color but yet I stared at it in wonder.

I tried poking it, but I think I scared it away or so I thought, It came back to me, I giggle as it played with my nose, more came around me, of different colors.

I giggled more as they circled me while sprinkling their shiny dust, my hands moved as they did around, I loved the feeling like I was being guided by them.

One stationed on my index finger, green in color, I raised it to my face to get a better look at it as I smiled, the wings flapping gently as more sparky dust came off, I grinned.

My gaze then fell on Cedric who had his eyes on me, one hand in his pocket, his puzzled gaze on me, he had a confused look, I wondered why.

My smile slowly fade a bit, his look got me curious.

"W-What?", I cursed myself for stammering.

He took swift steps towards me, and then my heart slammed with each beat in accordance with his steps, he then stood right in front of me, his height towering over me, I gulped tilting my head backward to meet his gaze.

His gaze drift to the butterfly still clinging to my finger, He tilts his head to the side.

"The enchanted butterflies are known to be isolated in the presence of anyone, they do not show themselves when people are around".

"Oh" I made a sound.

"I didn't know Silver-haired have a tendency of calling butterflies," I said with a scoff.

"No, they don't".

I frowned at his words, that was strange, I was under the impression that Silver-Haired were fond of butterflies because I always find them wanting to play around me.

"Enchanted butterflies, come only close to those familiar with magic"

"That's so...", I froze, gasping in realization as I faced him.

"You said silver-haired can't do magic then wh-"

"Cedric there you are".

A voice came in.

Cedric snaps his finger, the butterflies scattered even the one that clanged to my finger, I almost pout.

Cedric turned and I did too.

"James," Cedric said.

And there the fat ball was, the last time I saw him he was fat but now right now he just seemed more fatter? was he putting on more weight?

"There you are... we were wondering you didn't make it," He said in amusement walking towards us, his wife Camille came behind him.

"Lord James Albert," I said bowing elegantly.

"And if it isn't Lady Sylvia, you seemed to have put on some weight, Cedric must be treating you well I see".

I had to resist an eye roll at this point.

"Lord Cedric Hartford," Camille said with a dashing smile, bowing, it was sly and seductive?

She was dressed elegantly in a light blue sheath gown beneath, and a dark blue hooded cloak on top, embodied with silver designs, her silver hair let down to fall in waves, her hood up. Her curves were quite revealing also, making me a bit envious, she gave that vibe of confidence and elegance, a flawless nature to add to it.

I bit my button lip, why am I feeling so left out right now?