His Healing Grace

R'S

d said,as she set the tray on her hand "Too bad w

thumping music could be heard through the polished marble floors, the beats blending effortl

the sea of expensive gowns and tailored suits. Everything was m

y to survive here, where every corner of the room was packed with people who had more money than I had ever

er to my grandma and sister over in Russia. I choose to stay here because they are also struggling over there.Rent was fast approaching

om the riches and glamor around me. Still, I tried to toss the thought aside, focusing instead on making way through the sea o

things could not

as moved sideways, nearly losing my balance. A woman, a blonde in a shining, curve-hugging

slice through the air. "Can't you even maintain your own lane as a

the comeback that burned in my throat, threatening to escape. How tempted I was to say

ly thing keeping me from falling back on my rent. So instead, I lowere

was no

. What are you even looking at? Do your job a

g it together was the only way to keep myself fro

nfused until I noticed the shift in the woman's gaze. She was not looking at me

gaze and that's

to stand still as if time itself paused to acknowledge his presence.He was tall, impossibly tall, wi

d a quiet aur. His eyes were what caught me first, though icy blue, cold and piercing, like they could see right thr

ness that was not just no

held,steady in my grip, but my heart had not quite calmed down from the encounter. I could not afford to mess up now. Not with so many wealt

e mysterious man with the cold blue eyes. He had moved deeper into the party now, his presence, a dark shad

t too close. Not that anyone would dare to, with the way he carried

ught it was another guest looking for champagne but when I glanced up, I saw that it was the same woman

aze was fixed on him. She had that same look in her eyes that everyone else

gst themselves, their eyes never trailing off the man by the window. They weren't the only ones eit

attention, something more than just his looks or the power that reel

rage to meet him. I watched as she walked over, confidence oozing from her every s

companion, continuing their conversation as though she did not exist. The rejection was calm but unmista

so easily. Either way, it was clear that this man was not here for unnecessary talk or flir

the more I watched the scene happen, the more curious I get.W

ed myself that, my eyes stil

accompanied by bodyguards, still demanding the attention of everyone in t

been knocked out of me. His blue eyes pierced onto mine, pierci

nce change,he just looked hard and long, like he was trying

it ended. He looked away, turning back

ing fast, my pulse picking pace, and I could

my life had just shifte