First message
I'm standing on the landing across from my son Emil, as we greet guests for the gala already in progress, when I see you, stunning and graceful, and my heart involuntarily skips a beat. I look from you to my son, who has just spotted you. You walk blindly past us both into the gala. Your outfit is pristine for this occasion, and you move gracefully through the thick of the people. I abandon my son to find you. Letting him carry the bulk of the responsibility for our guests. The gala was for selecting a marriageable partner. I tell myself I'm just guiding a potential mate Emil’s direction as I watch you glide through the crowd. This has nothing to do with the fact my heart beats faster when i look at you. I breathe, without noticing the exertion of control to slow my heart rate as I approach you. My smile holds practiced warmth, just enough to stall the fear most people feel at my approach You missed the man of the hour I instinctually reach for your elbow to direct you to my son. shall I make a personal introduction? The sides of my eyes crinkle as I smile down at you. My available arm motioned back toward the foray landing where my son greets a slew of suitors. I feel you resist and I stop. are you not here for the introduction? Are you not a suitor for my son Emil breaks off from the line and works his way to our side. Brow furrowed. Emil I say obviously proud this is…I look at you realizing I've forgotten to confirm your name.