Post by Ilana Logan on May 6, 2012 8:49:17 GMT -5
Charlay
August 21st, 2509 - Osiris
7:03 P.M. - Local Time
Ilana walked out of the huge walk-in closet in a long black, ball gown style, strapless dress. Her hair was up, showing off her bare neck. She had make-up on, courtesy of Kate, who wore pounds of it and still looked hideous. Ilana had insisted on applying it herself the day of the ball, to Kate's dismay. Ilana didn't want to look like a damned clown, and she would if Kate did it. There were bright red roses, with what looked like silver dust on them, lying on the bed and she smiled in a shy way, even though she was alone in the room. Those must have cost him a fortune, she thought giddily.
"I wonder…" She said aloud. "As long as this dress is, I doubt if anyone would notice whether I was wearing heels or tennis shoes."
She absolutely hated to wear high heels, but this was a very high class event, and Roman was expecting her to be on her best behavior. Not to mention he had specifically said she had to look stunning. She thought back over the evening before, on the ship, when Roman was explaining why it had to be her.
"Roman, I'm the damned mechanic. I'm not girly enough to do what you're asking!" She had said.
"Don't be silly, girl. Of course you are. Besides, it has to be you. You're the only one I can even appear to be attracted to," he had said. It made her heart race to hear him say that, because he was very attractive, and she definitely had some sort of feelings for him. Until he ruined it by saying, "Everyone else on this ship is either ugly as a monkey's ass, or they a permanently filthy. You're not old enough to be permanently filthy, and you're a cute enough kid."
That stung a bit. The way he had so nonchalantly called her a kid. Tears stung her eyes and she turned away before he could see them. "Fine Roman. I'll do it, but I have never worn heels in my life. How am I going to pretend I can walk in them?"
He reached down into the bag at his feet and pulled out a pair of slinky looking black stilettos. The heel on them had to be at least four inches, maybe five. He held them out to her and as she looked at them in horror out of the corner of her eye, he said soothingly, "Lani, if you practice for a while today, and tomorrow before the event, you should be able to walk in them just fine."
Her heart still stinging from the comment about her being a kid, she whirled on him, her eyes blazing. Her voice was soft, but her tone was ice when she said, "Don't treat me like a child Roman. If I was a child, I wouldn't be able to do this for you, would I?"
He looked at her, really looked at her for a moment. In a voice just as soft, but much warmer than hers had been, he said, "No, I supposed not. Forgive me."
She snatched the heels from his hand and stalked out of the room.
She came back to herself in the bedroom of the estate she and Roman were staying at. The beautiful diamond ring on her left ring finger was a nice weight, and it felt good there. She and Roman weren't actually married, though she almost wished they were. She liked him enough, though she wasn't in love with him, and he was a good man who would take care of her. She shook herself out of that doomed thought train and sat on the edge of the bed to slip the gorgeous and horribly dangerous heels on. She and Roman were posing as married for this job. She didn't know why he needed a wife for it, but he insisted he did, so she went along with his plan.
He was already at the ball. The ladies were supposed to arrive thirty minutes after the men. Who knew why, really? She'd always thought little social gatherings like this were stupid. She sighed and strapped the stilettos onto her slender little feet. They looked amazing on her, she had to admit. She had great legs. It was almost time for her to go to the event. She looked in the full length mirror on the back of the closet door and was stunned. She'd had no idea she was capable of actually looking like a woman.
She went ahead downstairs early, but avoided the area the event was being held in, and made her way to the outside garden. She stepped out into the early afternoon sunlight from the back of the estate. Sunlight glittered on the gorgeous ring on her left hand and she couldn't help but smile. She walked the grounds, staring at the gorgeous flowers and trees. She had no idea what any of them were called, but they were beautiful.
It's time, she thought, and headed back inside for the main room. She went up the stairs to the landing that overlooked the main room to find Roman. She was too short, even with the heels, to find him in the crowd from that level. She spotted him near the bar, a few feet from the stairs, talking to a man in a tuxedo and a bright red sash over one shoulder, crossing his body diagonally. She caught his eye and he looked up at her. She gave him a shy smile and his mouth opened slightly. The gaze of the man in the sash followed Roman's and he smiled at her. He looked back at Roman and said something she couldn't hear, and both men laughed.
She walked down the stairs and made her way to Roman, who was near the bar. He slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her a little closer to him. He laid a tender kiss on her cheek and she blushed. "This is my beautiful wife Lani, Mr. Jacobs," Roman said smoothly, handing her a champagne flute. She smiled softly at his use of his nickname for her.
She took it with more grace than she'd ever shown in her life and she thanked whatever God there may or may not be for that. Mr. Jacobs took her free hand and laid a chaste kiss on it, and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lani. He's talked about you with so much affection I thought he had made you up." At that I smiled, while Roman and Mr. Jacobs laughed.
She sipped on the champagne slowly as the men talked business. She pretended to be a good wife and nod politely while feigning ignorance, while in fact she took a mental note of everything said. After a while, her head started to feel a little fuzzy. She looked down at the empty champagne flute and everything went black.
August 21st, 2509 - Osiris
7:03 P.M. - Local Time
Ilana walked out of the huge walk-in closet in a long black, ball gown style, strapless dress. Her hair was up, showing off her bare neck. She had make-up on, courtesy of Kate, who wore pounds of it and still looked hideous. Ilana had insisted on applying it herself the day of the ball, to Kate's dismay. Ilana didn't want to look like a damned clown, and she would if Kate did it. There were bright red roses, with what looked like silver dust on them, lying on the bed and she smiled in a shy way, even though she was alone in the room. Those must have cost him a fortune, she thought giddily.
"I wonder…" She said aloud. "As long as this dress is, I doubt if anyone would notice whether I was wearing heels or tennis shoes."
She absolutely hated to wear high heels, but this was a very high class event, and Roman was expecting her to be on her best behavior. Not to mention he had specifically said she had to look stunning. She thought back over the evening before, on the ship, when Roman was explaining why it had to be her.
"Roman, I'm the damned mechanic. I'm not girly enough to do what you're asking!" She had said.
"Don't be silly, girl. Of course you are. Besides, it has to be you. You're the only one I can even appear to be attracted to," he had said. It made her heart race to hear him say that, because he was very attractive, and she definitely had some sort of feelings for him. Until he ruined it by saying, "Everyone else on this ship is either ugly as a monkey's ass, or they a permanently filthy. You're not old enough to be permanently filthy, and you're a cute enough kid."
That stung a bit. The way he had so nonchalantly called her a kid. Tears stung her eyes and she turned away before he could see them. "Fine Roman. I'll do it, but I have never worn heels in my life. How am I going to pretend I can walk in them?"
He reached down into the bag at his feet and pulled out a pair of slinky looking black stilettos. The heel on them had to be at least four inches, maybe five. He held them out to her and as she looked at them in horror out of the corner of her eye, he said soothingly, "Lani, if you practice for a while today, and tomorrow before the event, you should be able to walk in them just fine."
Her heart still stinging from the comment about her being a kid, she whirled on him, her eyes blazing. Her voice was soft, but her tone was ice when she said, "Don't treat me like a child Roman. If I was a child, I wouldn't be able to do this for you, would I?"
He looked at her, really looked at her for a moment. In a voice just as soft, but much warmer than hers had been, he said, "No, I supposed not. Forgive me."
She snatched the heels from his hand and stalked out of the room.
She came back to herself in the bedroom of the estate she and Roman were staying at. The beautiful diamond ring on her left ring finger was a nice weight, and it felt good there. She and Roman weren't actually married, though she almost wished they were. She liked him enough, though she wasn't in love with him, and he was a good man who would take care of her. She shook herself out of that doomed thought train and sat on the edge of the bed to slip the gorgeous and horribly dangerous heels on. She and Roman were posing as married for this job. She didn't know why he needed a wife for it, but he insisted he did, so she went along with his plan.
He was already at the ball. The ladies were supposed to arrive thirty minutes after the men. Who knew why, really? She'd always thought little social gatherings like this were stupid. She sighed and strapped the stilettos onto her slender little feet. They looked amazing on her, she had to admit. She had great legs. It was almost time for her to go to the event. She looked in the full length mirror on the back of the closet door and was stunned. She'd had no idea she was capable of actually looking like a woman.
She went ahead downstairs early, but avoided the area the event was being held in, and made her way to the outside garden. She stepped out into the early afternoon sunlight from the back of the estate. Sunlight glittered on the gorgeous ring on her left hand and she couldn't help but smile. She walked the grounds, staring at the gorgeous flowers and trees. She had no idea what any of them were called, but they were beautiful.
It's time, she thought, and headed back inside for the main room. She went up the stairs to the landing that overlooked the main room to find Roman. She was too short, even with the heels, to find him in the crowd from that level. She spotted him near the bar, a few feet from the stairs, talking to a man in a tuxedo and a bright red sash over one shoulder, crossing his body diagonally. She caught his eye and he looked up at her. She gave him a shy smile and his mouth opened slightly. The gaze of the man in the sash followed Roman's and he smiled at her. He looked back at Roman and said something she couldn't hear, and both men laughed.
She walked down the stairs and made her way to Roman, who was near the bar. He slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her a little closer to him. He laid a tender kiss on her cheek and she blushed. "This is my beautiful wife Lani, Mr. Jacobs," Roman said smoothly, handing her a champagne flute. She smiled softly at his use of his nickname for her.
She took it with more grace than she'd ever shown in her life and she thanked whatever God there may or may not be for that. Mr. Jacobs took her free hand and laid a chaste kiss on it, and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lani. He's talked about you with so much affection I thought he had made you up." At that I smiled, while Roman and Mr. Jacobs laughed.
She sipped on the champagne slowly as the men talked business. She pretended to be a good wife and nod politely while feigning ignorance, while in fact she took a mental note of everything said. After a while, her head started to feel a little fuzzy. She looked down at the empty champagne flute and everything went black.