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heey! what's up?? uum!! ok no one read part a yet ( tina read it only! ) so um, i'll post b today, coz i might be bust the next days! my midturm exams are KILLING me! and i don't have much time to post anything!! =( so um, that will be for today! i might post on the weekends!
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Love & Spain (2) - b
At that time, the closest friends of Senôrita Fooli arrived too, the Queen of New Zealand, the daughter of Don Frangoulis Alonso: Lady Sheen, and the Queen of The United Kingdom, the daughter of Don George Williams, the second grand daughter of Lady Emily, “the previous queen”: Lady Geeko.
As Senôrita Fooli saw the two queens greeting the Salieris brothers, she walked ahead to greet them.
Lady Sheen looked amazing at the Mask; her curly hair was tied up nicely, which showed her beautiful face, diamond filled her neck and crown, and her red dress which covered her arms and showed most of her bosoms had been decorated with golden circles.
And Lady Geeko looked fabulous, her ears length straight hair gave her a new look, with her pretty diamond earrings attracted most of the guests in the Mask, her silk turquoise dress, drew her beautiful curves and showed most of her back and arms.
Senôrita Fooli started greeting them:
“Hello there! Guess who I am!? It is Fooli!”
Lady Geeko and Lady Sheen looked astonished.
Lady Geeko started:
“FOOLI! You look beautiful tonight!”
Senôrita Fooli giggled:
“Thank you; it is your beautiful eyes Geeko!”
While noticing Lady Sheen’s jealousy, Senôrita Fooli added:
“You look magnificent too Sheen!
As Lady Sheen blushed and said:
“Thank you dear Fooli! It is your beautiful bosoms!”
As Senôrita Fooli teased her, Lady Geeko started talking:
"So, How are you ladies? I have not seen you from a long time!"
Lady Sheen teased Lady Geeko and answered:
"Ooh for god's sake Geeko! We have seen each in the previous month! That was not a long time!"
Senôrita Fooli laughed and said:
"A month is a long time Sheen. I missed you a lot ladies! Look at you Geeko you had your hair cut, and you Sheen, you have a fiancé!!"
Lady Sheen blushed and said:
"Yes I do..."
And Lady Geeko teased her back with astonishment:
"A fiancé in one month! God! And one month is not a long time!"
And they continued chattering and gossiping.
After dinner everybody stood up to dance in couples. While Senôrita Fooli was talking to her father, Lady Sheen and Lady Geeko, three young gentlemen (who were covered with masks) came and proposed them for a dance, Lady Sheen and Lady Geeko joined the two gentlemen, but Senôrita Fooli blushed and she refused to dance. Don Fernando asked her:
"Why honey? Go and join him."
Senôrita Fooli answered slowly:
"But papa…"
Don Fernando broke her words:
"Honey, it is fine, do not be shy! I will be fine here I promise."
Senôrita Fooli nodded and left with the masked gentleman. Senôrita Fooli felt that her masked gentleman was different, he was tall and charming, he had straight black hair and attractive lovely eyes, he took her hand slowly and went to the middle of the dancing, he placed her right hand on his hand nicely, and placed his other hand on her waste softly, she blushed and placed her other hand on his shoulder, Senôrita Fooli never felt that way before, the passionate whispers did not stop their eyes from connecting, as love increased the beat of their hearts, the young gentleman whispered some words in her ear:
"My Senôrita, close your eyes for moments."
But she looked at him in fear:
"Why?"
He smiled back:
"I promise you, you will be safe with me, I want to show you something."
She closed her eyes while wondering about that thing.
He continued the dance while slowly pulling her to the corner of the hall, until he finally reached the door and went out.
He whispered again in her ear:
"You can open your eyes now."
Senôrita Fooli opened her eyes, and looked carefully around her; she noticed that he brought her to the garden. It was dark there, but with the stars sparkle and the full moons light it was fine. First, they were walking together and got lost with chattering. When the young gentleman finally stopped walking, he picked two roses from the garden, a white rose and a red one, and he turned to his Senôrita smiling and gave her the white rose, she took the white rose wonderingly; he looked at her and said softly:
"My Senôrita… tell me, what do you see in this white rose?"
Senôrita Fooli answered him after moments of thinking:
"I see a flower, a noble flower from a rose family, with white patels, but what do you see in it sir?"
That gentleman smiled while drawing her cheek with the rose’s patels:
"I can see a lady, in her early age, but this lady is different than the other ladies, that lady is pure, kind, honest and full with beauty, that everyone likes her and respects her."
He kissed her cheek, which turned her pink cheeks red.
But the gentleman did not forget the red rose; instead, he became sad and disappointed.
Senôrita Fooli noticed the sadness on his face:
“Why would the sign of disappointment appears on your face, while I am beside you sir.”
The gentleman took her hand and placed it on his chest:
"Oh Senôrita…
This is the sign of love…
The sign of passion…
When spring arrives cheerfully…
When trees bear colourful fruit…
When two pigeons meet together…
Blowing the secret from their hearts…
Happily, building the nest of joy…
And living in the cage of love happily ever after…"
Senôrita Fooli’s heart got injured by the arrow of love, from the astonishment of his words, which kept her speechless and scared from the wild whispers of her heart.
When he noticed her fear, he leaned and whispered in her ear:
"Forgive me my Senôrita…"
Without realizing, in such a magical moment, it was meant to be, their lips rhymed passionately in silence…
But not as soon as Senôrita Fooli opened her eyes, he had been gone already without leaving a trace.
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