The Bewitched Soul 16 Good Evening Again.

'Is it you?' he thought.

His clenching heart felt like it crumbled inside his body.

Meanwhile, Margaret tried to carefully listen to what her father was talking about. The more she tried to concentrate, the more her mind got deviated. Her heart raced fast. She could no longer hold.

She glanced at the Lord. To her surprise, Alexander stared at her. His eyes were void of emotions. He stared at her like eyes locked on the magnets... not intending to break the visual contact. His face showed no expressions. Whereas, Margaret felt like being hypnotized by the beautiful pair of eyes. After their eyes met for a while, she broke it off.

She shook her head and looked around her. Once again, their eyes met. The Lord had no intentions to direct his eyes somewhere else. Immediately breaking off the contact, she turned around and stood near her father.

"What is it?" Corbette saw Margaret fidgeting.

Margaret was lost in her own thoughts, she interlaced her fingers and twitched.

"Margaret" he shook her.

"Yes?" she looked at him... her voice low, tone uncertain.

"Are you okay?"

"Ye-yes I'm fine." she gave a tepid smile.

"Is it? You seem nervous." his face pensive and worried.

"No... I'm alright," she a.s.sured him with a wide smile.

"Okay then." he gently patted her head.

"When are we leaving father?"

"Soon. Okay, you stay here. I'll be right back." he smiled and turned around to leave.

Margaret stood there like a mannequin. Standing in between the huge hall, she could clearly notice the gazes on her. She stood still... her eyes cast down, not wanting to make a contact.

Feeling thirsty, she slowly walked towards the drinks counter.

"Can I get a gla.s.s of water?" her throat felt dry.

"Here you go." the man smiled... scanning her from top to bottom.

"Thank you sir." she gulped down... the water traced its way inside her mouth. She savored it.

Taking a deep breath... closing her eyes, she heard a piece of soft music playing in the background.

Turning around, she saw couples dancing together to the beat...holding each other's hand and staring at each other lovingly.

A gentle smiled appeared on her magnificent face.

"Good evening again."

She came back to her senses. To her left, she saw Lord Alexander smiling at her gently.

"Good evening Lord Alexander." she bowed and didn't even dare to look into his eyes.

"Can I ask you for a dance?" his hand asking for hers.

She gawked. Her cute shocked expression drew a chuckle from him.

"I do not know... I've never danced before My Lord." all her facial muscles twitched in sync.

"Give me your hand."

She hesitated for a moment before placing her small palm on his. His giant palms secured her's, perfectly.

He took her to the center of the hall and pulled her by her waist. He placed his hand on her back, her hand on his shoulder, and their free hands finally met. Dancing to the soft music playing in the background,

"Follow me... I take a step forward, you take a step backward." he took a step forward and she followed his instructions. He swirled her elegantly, making her body tune with the slow music. They danced to the music, their feet in perfect sync to the rhythm. The warmth between them grew more powerful by each pa.s.sing second. As the song progressed she felt relaxed, and a small smile to form on her lips. Margaret stared at his eyes, his eyes were a shade darker than hers. The deep blackish violet pair of eyes could suck one's soul into it... stared at her too. They danced elegantly... their gaze remained locked. A strange feeling rose in Margaret's heart. He was perfect. She tried to ignore the gazes from others. Her face flushed bright pink. She looked away nervously, but she couldn't hid the red glow that came over her face.

Seeing the adorable expression on her face, Alexander's heart felt warm. He wanted to capture this beauty and keep her all to himself.

The song came to an end. His hand still placed on her back, her hand still on his shoulder. Their eyes stared deeply at each other.

"Who are you?" words slipped out of his mouth.

"Margaret Mathew." her b.u.t.terfly eyelashes fluttered.

Hearing the answer, he chuckled. This wasn't the answer he was expecting. His could sense something deep in the answer. But this was not the right time to get deep into this matter.

"How old are you?"

"I turned sixteen this month." she gave a meaningful stare.

'Sixteen?' he was taken aback...

His arms tightened the grip on her waist.

She twinged. Knowing that he had hurt her, he released her.

Taking her small hand in his... he placed a soft kiss on it.

"Meet you soon Margaret." with this he left.

Margaret froze on the spot. Everything happened all of a sudden. She could hear the whispers of people admiring how loving they both looked.

Liliana and Caroline's glare shot daggers at her. Caroline had been watching them throughout the dance... her nails dug deep into her palms for a long time that left impressions on it.

Meanwhile, standing in a corner... Corbette smiled.