What a wild ride. She couldn?t begin to express the thrill she was currently experiencing. Never in her wildest imaginings had she thought the Gala would be so successful. From a loner at the hearth?s fire to this: She moved through the empty halls of the Plaza humming as she ran her fingertips along the walls, stopping to adjust a painting.
The caterers had just finished packing up and the building was eerily empty. Even JhaiNein had left to see a few of the more drunken participants home safely, wouldn?t do to have the publicity scandal of someone getting injured after the Gala.
A sound drew her attention upward.
?Luke?? She called, the bottle of champagne held in her fingers as she moved up the stairs to the mezzanine and the office floors. ?Is that you??
Her date had disappeared, but she couldn?t blame him, after all she?d been a lousy one herself. It was the only reason she?d hesitated in accepting his offer. Being the maestro of one of these things demanded her attention be everywhere but on him.
No one answered.
She was finally getting this whole dating thing and her conversation with Euriya had only furthered her comfort level. Luke?s flirtation with the always hot Quinn and her companion hadn?t even bothered her, after all, the entire point was to have fun. She giggled as she remembered some of the fun highlights of the night. The bidding wars had been astronomically hysterical.
Another sound startled her from her thoughts.
?Euriya?? But it couldn?t be Euriya, he?d gotten a phone call from a patient and had left in his usual distracted state. Besides he had Dusky waiting to finish their date at home. ?Tasha is that ye??
No answer had her laughing at herself and she lifted the champagne bottle, ?Looks like it?s ye and me babe.?
But then she heard it again...
?Lei?? Rufus had said Lei couldn?t make it because of business but maybe the girl had come back early, and then again maybe it was, ?Rufus??
Pausing at the top of the stairs she was distracted by the glittering perfection of the streets of RhyDin?s Marketplace visible through the vaulted windows of the Plaza. Her dimples deepened as she surveyed the foyer below. A sense of pride and accomplishment had her approaching a giddy state of silly glee.
The explosion of sound startled her but not as much as the blooming agony of pain that slammed into her chest and sent her spinning about. A gasp was all she could manage as she lost her footing in those gorgeous ice-pick heels, and the sickening sensation of vertigo assaulted her. She was falling, as her chest felt torn asunder by a ripping fire. It was the years of acrobatic training that had her instinctively tucking into a roll to protect herself from the fall. The pink flouncy skirt, petal soft and a wild riot of rustling as she ricocheted from one step to the next, tumbling end over end like a discarded doll tossed without thought down the stairwell.
She landed hard, sliding across the slick marbled floor of her beloved Plaza in a pool of pink skirts that were already splattered with scarlet tears. Breath was difficult. Her chest felt as if a great band had been wrapped about it and each time she sought to inhale, streaks of agony violated her consciousness and threatened to send her under as an escape from the trauma.
She tried to push herself upward, to unravel the tangle of limbs and skirts, her arms trembled with the command of her bewildered mind. She couldn?t seem to focus and was confused by the sticky warm fluid that was ruining the bodice of her gown. A childish thought whispered plaintively, ?Not my dress.? Her childlike enthusiasm for the pink confectionary horrified at the thought of its ruination.
As she fought to stay conscious she heard the determined click of high heels at the top of the stairs and then a phone dialed. The voice seemed vaguely familiar, ?Come on in. It?s done.?
Panic shot through the kittenish realtor as she registered that company was on its way and with it a clarity returned. Fighting the urge to whimper she worked the heels off her small feet and scrambled backwards across the marble floor. She couldn?t get her left arm to respond and it hung damaged and throbbing against her side. The torment any movement caused ignored as she pressed her right hand into the hole that pulsed her blood in rhythm with her frantic heartbeat.
Pushing up to her feet she almost collapsed as a wave of disorientating nausea struck, hissing in a breath she prayed wasn?t overheard as she fled on white stocking-clad feet. Like a rabbit looking for its burrow she sought a place to hide.
The caterers had just finished packing up and the building was eerily empty. Even JhaiNein had left to see a few of the more drunken participants home safely, wouldn?t do to have the publicity scandal of someone getting injured after the Gala.
A sound drew her attention upward.
?Luke?? She called, the bottle of champagne held in her fingers as she moved up the stairs to the mezzanine and the office floors. ?Is that you??
Her date had disappeared, but she couldn?t blame him, after all she?d been a lousy one herself. It was the only reason she?d hesitated in accepting his offer. Being the maestro of one of these things demanded her attention be everywhere but on him.
No one answered.
She was finally getting this whole dating thing and her conversation with Euriya had only furthered her comfort level. Luke?s flirtation with the always hot Quinn and her companion hadn?t even bothered her, after all, the entire point was to have fun. She giggled as she remembered some of the fun highlights of the night. The bidding wars had been astronomically hysterical.
Another sound startled her from her thoughts.
?Euriya?? But it couldn?t be Euriya, he?d gotten a phone call from a patient and had left in his usual distracted state. Besides he had Dusky waiting to finish their date at home. ?Tasha is that ye??
No answer had her laughing at herself and she lifted the champagne bottle, ?Looks like it?s ye and me babe.?
But then she heard it again...
?Lei?? Rufus had said Lei couldn?t make it because of business but maybe the girl had come back early, and then again maybe it was, ?Rufus??
Pausing at the top of the stairs she was distracted by the glittering perfection of the streets of RhyDin?s Marketplace visible through the vaulted windows of the Plaza. Her dimples deepened as she surveyed the foyer below. A sense of pride and accomplishment had her approaching a giddy state of silly glee.
The explosion of sound startled her but not as much as the blooming agony of pain that slammed into her chest and sent her spinning about. A gasp was all she could manage as she lost her footing in those gorgeous ice-pick heels, and the sickening sensation of vertigo assaulted her. She was falling, as her chest felt torn asunder by a ripping fire. It was the years of acrobatic training that had her instinctively tucking into a roll to protect herself from the fall. The pink flouncy skirt, petal soft and a wild riot of rustling as she ricocheted from one step to the next, tumbling end over end like a discarded doll tossed without thought down the stairwell.
She landed hard, sliding across the slick marbled floor of her beloved Plaza in a pool of pink skirts that were already splattered with scarlet tears. Breath was difficult. Her chest felt as if a great band had been wrapped about it and each time she sought to inhale, streaks of agony violated her consciousness and threatened to send her under as an escape from the trauma.
She tried to push herself upward, to unravel the tangle of limbs and skirts, her arms trembled with the command of her bewildered mind. She couldn?t seem to focus and was confused by the sticky warm fluid that was ruining the bodice of her gown. A childish thought whispered plaintively, ?Not my dress.? Her childlike enthusiasm for the pink confectionary horrified at the thought of its ruination.
As she fought to stay conscious she heard the determined click of high heels at the top of the stairs and then a phone dialed. The voice seemed vaguely familiar, ?Come on in. It?s done.?
Panic shot through the kittenish realtor as she registered that company was on its way and with it a clarity returned. Fighting the urge to whimper she worked the heels off her small feet and scrambled backwards across the marble floor. She couldn?t get her left arm to respond and it hung damaged and throbbing against her side. The torment any movement caused ignored as she pressed her right hand into the hole that pulsed her blood in rhythm with her frantic heartbeat.
Pushing up to her feet she almost collapsed as a wave of disorientating nausea struck, hissing in a breath she prayed wasn?t overheard as she fled on white stocking-clad feet. Like a rabbit looking for its burrow she sought a place to hide.