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accent.
Positive/Negativity
As I turned, I saw Marisol; the same woman with
by DD Lorenzo
whom Declan had just had an altercation.
I wanted to break out into a monumental smile, but
Declan,” I said sarcastically, and I offered no other
I kept my composure and remained stone-faced.
comment. This woman caused my “bad news”
Declan commanded such power and enormity that I
radar to go into overdrive and I did not want to
felt hindered by the space in the room. His
encourage conversation.
significant posture throughout the encounter had
She wasn't going to give up without a fight.
just filled it. There was no time for smiles or
“Perhaps there are better words to describe him,”
pleasantries to be exchanged as we exited. An
she said. “At least, parts of him.
“Pretty, isn't a word that I'd use to describe
astonished hush had fallen on all of the personnel
Thick…Hard…Big…I've always enjoyed it,” she
involved that were still present within this theatre.
emphasized each word as she leered at me,
Declan's distaste for Marisol was evident, and the
challenging.
fact that he had made it, not only blatantly clear but
“We haven't met,” she said. “I'm Marisol Franzi—a
publicly evident, registered on her face. Her
very…Special…friend of Declan's.”
agitation was sourly unleashed in her expression.
I know that my face reflected composure, but my
Once Declan had dismissed her, she turned her
stomach was revolting. Although I hadn't eaten, I
resentful stare to me. It appeared that she now
was nauseous, and I feared that I might vomit on
declared who the culprit of her disgrace was, and
her Louboutins.
she decided that my involvement with Declan was
By nature, I'm not a woman who likes confrontation
the core and cause.
of any sort. In fact, I'd go out of my way to avoid it.
Although I didn't and likely would never have
However, it occurred to me that I tried to avoid
reason to engage personally with Marisol, it
confrontation when it addressed me. This topic,
seemed as if she was going to make it her mission
unlucky for her, addressed Declan. A foreign,
to make it personal between us…
protective feeling began to arise within me, and I
Declan's changed demeanor insinuated that we
could feel myself straighten and stiffen. Feeling as
weren't going to stay here a moment longer than
if I had a spine of steel and a stare of the same,
necessary, so I gathered my personal items from
with rigid self-possession and controlled
the theater seat. Our plans were to have a nice
confidence, I looked her square in the eye to
dinner and do some “touristy” things in New York,
address her—the bitchy snake.
at my request, since all of this was new to me;
“I would have introduced myself to you; however,
however, I wasn't certain how his encounter with
Declan found you so exhaustively insignificant that
Marisol would alter those plans.
he didn't deem it necessary to mention knowing
Looking around at all of the people it took to make
you to me. As I know him to be an excellent judge
a product campaign successful, I had a newfound
of character, I believe I will follow his lead. As for
appreciation for the profession he had chosen. He
you being Declan's girlfriend? I don't believe he
worked very hard at insuring his representation for
shares that opinion. It would appear that your
his clients was to the best of his ability. There was
relationship with him exists delusionally…only in
so much more involved than just looking pretty and
your absurd, little mind. I also know him to be a
taking good pictures. I was extremely proud of him
man of high caliber, again something which you are
and his work, and I had enjoyed seeing it firsthand.
not. From the exchange I witnessed a few moments
Declan came over to me and kissed me, but I felt
ago, you appear to be a waste of his time, and now
the underlying rage.
mine. Now get the hell out of my way!” I stared into
“Baby, I'm just going to grab my things, and then
her face as I said it, though my knees were
we'll go. Do you want to come with me?” he asked.
threatening to shake.
“No, I'm good. I'll be right here,” I said.
The vicious anger she felt was now apparent on her
He looked around and seemed a bit worried.
face. “Who the hell do you think you are?” she spat
“I'll be right back, okay?”
at me. “You fat, little puta bitch! You can't compete
I nodded my head in affirmation. TT
with me in any way! You are nothing but a—”
While he had stepped away to gather his items, a
With that, I saw a large hand grip her upper arm
sultry, female voice came from behind me. “He is a
and spin her around.
most pretty man, is he not?” I heard in a Latin
“Enough!” Declan said.
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