Sheila looked around in awe, taking in the sight of each expensive looking antique and the well laid out arrangement of each of them. She felt beyond worthy to be seeing such exquisite details and objects, now she understood better why it was only the few selected that were able to behold the sight. But that got Sheila thinking about how she had never gotten invited to the annual auction despite her wealth_ well more like her family's wealth but it also belonged to her. It felt like a disgrace now that she thought about it, she had never given any thought to attending the annual auction ever because she did not take it as such an important event but now she has realized that she had been so wrong. She caught sight of Keith with his bitch straight ahead, both admiring something probably stupid and stylishly cheap, neither of them seeming to notice her presence yet. “If you keep staring at them like that, Sheila then the world will know you are interested in boring holes into them,” A
Camila shrugged, “I was like every average kid, Keith.”Keith shook his head almost immediately, but before he could speak a small echoing sound stopped him. “Attention ladies and gentlemen,” a booming voice caused all attention to move towards the tall, bald man dressed in a tuxedo and holding a microphone with a polite smile on his face.Camila got on her tiptoe, leaning closer to whisper to Keith, “Now it's about to get fun. That man was also the host of last year's auction, and his voice is soothing and captivating.”Keith scrunched his face in disapproval, eyeing the tall man. “Since you said that then I do not like the man.”Camila smacked his arm, “Childish.”“The main event is about to begin, please stand still as the chaperones are going to lead you to your seats,” the tall man said.With a clap of the tall man's hands, a group of people entered through the doors all dressed in white shirts and black trousers, all approaching specific guests Keith took it as each chaperone h
Sheila couldn't take her eyes off Keith and his bitch no matter how hard she tried, what was so interesting that got them laughing and excited? It was like their conversation with her had never happened. She felt angry at how happy they seemed, she wished them suffering and pain and nothing more, if only she had a gun and could turn invincible, or maybe she would not have to take any fall then would she shoot both of them dead, but there was so much risk with that so she would have somebody else do the dirty work for her and save her all the stress. She couldn't wait to get back her stability and control then she could focus on getting back at Keith and ruining his life as he did with hers. Finally forcing herself she took her gaze off Keith to look at Abraham who was indulged in whatever he was doing on his tab, his fingers tapping gracefully on the screen. Even if Sheila was angry she had to admit that Abraham was such a graceful man, he carried himself like he had no stress and lik
Bobby got onto the podium and stylishly glanced down in Keith's direction and when he noticed he was standing right in from of the grouchy man he did not hesitate to move his legs and moved further into the podium and further away from Mr. Grouchy. The movement was quite fast and almost unnoticeable_ almost because Sheila Hockings had been watching him so closely and had witnessed the whole ordeal, her brows drew together in curiosity and confusion and she wondered if Keith and thus Bobby guy had a drift or something else but she wondered what could have caused their tensed relationship.Bobby quickly gathered his composure, then fixed his smile back to his face. “Now, we fully begin the year's annual auction,” the crowd erupts in very minimal cheers accompanied by claps, “And once again I am honored to be the one hosting this glorious event once more, and for those that are here for the first time and don't know me, I am Bobby McClain, and tonight I am here to help this night be a me
“Then since there is no question or confusion, I will proceed to introduce this year's auction frontiers.”Sheila straightened up with a proud smile, and her shoulders up high knowing they would be introducing her since she was amongst the frontier all because of the man always beside her that happened to be her date and had given her such an opportunity tonight.Bobby dropped the papers he was holding and then stepped out a little to make a little bow, “First out of this year's edition we have Camila Joffery, who not only happened to be the only female that has been invited this year but also the only female to be invited three times in a roll even though she started as a second tier member, but now she has successfully earned her way into the frontier.” The crowd erupted into applause and Keith would not stop wiggling his brows at Camila as he clapped loudly, while Camila's cheeks were bright red from embarrassment and pride. At the other end, Abraham Connor was watching Camila with
The auction was going smoothly with the announcer presenting each valuable object that had once been covered up on the stage podium. The men struggled to get things they found appealing and captivating to their eyes, as they say, beauty was in the eyes of the beholder. And Keith was referring to the ugly purse that was lying on Camila's lap, his face scrunching up with a disapproving frown. The purse was beyond ugly and repulsing to Keith, with huge stones and such a hideous shade of green. Well, Keith had never really been a fan of green, to begin with, but he had nothing against the color, beauty was In the eyes of the beholder anyway. But as for the purse lying on Camila's lap, Keith had every against it, beginning with the color to the design to everything about the damn purse. What beauty was she seeing in this purse for Christ's sake?Camila growled under her breath, “Keith, could you stop looking at the purse, please? You could bore holes into it at this rate.”Keith gave the p
“Two fifty, two fifty, I've got two-fifty. Do I hear two seventy-five?" Bobby spotted a well-dressed woman in the middle raising her paddle. "Two Seventy-Five, thank you, ma'am. Two Seventy-Five, Two Seventy-Five. Oh, I see Two Eighty, thank you, sir."Sheila zoned out, clenching her fingers into a fist where they sat on her lap. She was beyond pissed, in fact, pissed had to be an understatement of how she truly felt. She was furious, enraged, discombobulated_ she could list a whole lot of other adjectives that describe her mood and that also included embarrassment, well just very slightly though. Why? Well, it has everything to do with the disgusting lovebirds seated at the other end of the frontier seats, as they got all cozy and irritatingly affectionate with each other. She could not take her eyes off them and she was not sure why, it was not like she was jealous, but she could not take her eyes away. The frontier seats where Keith was seated with his bitch were placed right befor
Sheila kept her fake smile on as she brushed past the fancy looking people in the hallway, there was no way she was wiping off this facade amid all the people, even though her stance and clenched fist did not exactly match what the smile on her face was projecting. She could see from her peripheral view as people whispered as she passed by and some went as far as to take pictures, as Sheila wondered if it was for a good reason or because they recognized her as the lady that used to date Keith Thompson and had been taken to court. She yanked the shawl around her shoulders closer to herself as a shudder went down her spine at the thought that it could be the latter part instead, her shoulders visibly relaxing as she looked up to find the restroom door along with the ladies sign on it, confirming she was truly in the right place. She rushed in quickly, shutting the door and the stupid smile immediately eased off her face and replaced it with a vile look. She walked past each of the stal