Екатерина Юша – THE COMA (страница 5)
After taking a shower, Lessie put on her favourite black chiffon dress, gathered her long chestnut hair into a high hairstyle so it wouldn’t stick to her shoulders in the heat, applied light makeup, and was ready for the party.
Admiring herself a little longer in the mirror, she finally left the room and walked down the long corridor to search for apartment number six, where the others were staying.
Approaching the door, Lessie nervously adjusted her dress and hair.
“Did I really fall into my brother’s trap?” she wondered.
Elon was indeed a very pleasant young man.
Much more pleasant and attractive than all the previous candidates Scott had tried to “set her up” with.
She had never seen him before, and that made her curiosity stronger.
During the journey to the hotel, she had kept thinking about what Elon might have been like in another life.
Elon differed from other men she knew.
He possessed gallant manners, refined elegance, and a rather pleasant aristocratic appearance.
He was a short, broad-shouldered brown-haired man with kind, almost sharpei-like eyes and a charming smile.
Finally exhaling, Lessie decided to knock.
Listening carefully, she understood that the party inside had already begun, though the music was still quiet, meaning they had only started recently.
Without waiting for an answer, Lessie opened the door and entered.
“Finally!” Scott greeted her. “Look who came! Did you sleep well?”
“Yes, thank you! Excellent room.”
“Glad to hear it! Make yourself comfortable!”
***
Taking a glass of whiskey mixed with cola from the bar counter, Lessie sat on the sofa beside the others, trying to understand what they were talking about – construction, politics, or perhaps everything at once.
After emptying the glass in one swallow, she went for a refill.
Throughout the evening, Lessie only exchanged glances with Elon and occasionally smiled at him.
When someone in the group said something silly, she first watched Elon’s reaction and laughed loudly if she saw that he also found the joke amusing.
Realizing she had consumed enough whiskey to take decisive action, Lessie approached Elon and invited him to dance.
He agreed willingly, and she was pleasantly surprised that the dance was almost over while her legs were still intact.
When the slow music changed to a faster rhythm, they stood together in an embrace for a few more minutes before returning to the others.
Elon took a glass of drink from the table and handed it to Lessie.
Without interfering with the crowd’s entertainment, they moved to the other end of the sofa and talked quietly about their own things. Elon talked about various events in his life, about how he lived and what he did.
After some time, he stood up and said he would step outside for a moment.
Lessie nodded and turned her attention to the others.
Scott was examining the presents like a small child at Christmas.
“What do you have there?” she asked over her brother’s shoulder.
“You tell me what you have,” Scott quickly changed the subject.
“Where?” Lessie pretended not to understand what he meant.
“Don’t play dumb. You’ve been sitting with Elon all evening. Tell me – how do you like him?”
“Pleasant. Fun. Gallant. That is all you should be interested in.”
“Oh really?” Scott narrowed his eyes.
“It’s not over yet. You will tell me everything later,” he said and laughed.
“What are you two whispering about?” came Elon’s voice from behind.
“About you,” she answered honestly, and Elon noted it. In people, he valued directness and sincerity above all.
“My brother has decided he is a matchmaking god, and now he’s trying to make sure his little Cupid mission was successful.”
“And what do you think?” Elon winked almost imperceptibly.
His gaze made Lessie feel slightly uneasy. For a moment, she even felt goosebumps running down her spine.
No man had ever looked at her the way Elon was looking at her now.
“This is for you,” Elon said, handing her a small kraft paper bag.
Opening it, she saw round black eyes staring back at her.
It was a cactus with glued-on eyes.
They looked more like painted buttons, but it was the most unexpected and most pleasant gift she had ever received.
She suddenly realized that no one had ever truly given her gifts before – not even her husband.
Only on their first wedding anniversary had he splurged on a bouquet of flowers, and that was it.
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