Mondo Pastello | girlxgirl | Comple... - Chapter 25: Chapter 25

I was awestruck, emotions filling me and disappearing. She had purple hair and I never thought that something so trivial could mean so much to me. That was my colour. She was wearing my colour and I would be lying if I said it wasn't perfection. I couldn't believe that she could become even more stunning but she did, and with that bright smile she shot me, I could feel my heart racing a marathon within me. All sense of control flew from me as I saw her standing there. I felt cheesy, thinking of romantic movies where they see each other and they just know. Except, this was one-sided I was sure.
"Is that a cheetah?!" was the first thing which exited her lips, her eyes fixed on Toro in my arms. I blinked out of my state before slowly made my way down the steps, shaking my head.
"Uhm... no. He's an Ashera," I told her, feeling a bit uncomfortable that we didn't greet each other but that took away the awkwardness.
"Sounds exotic," she commented, petting Toro when I went to stand in front of her. "What's his name?" she questioned, a gentle smile on her face as her gentle hair framed around her defined face.
"Toro," I mumbled, not able to take my eyes off her. She wasn't looking at me but I couldn't look anywhere else. Eventually she felt me staring and looked up, question in her eyes. For a second all I did was stare into her eyes, looking for something that I didn't know I needed in my life. I snapped out of it and simply cast my eyes to her hair. "Your... hair," was all I managed to get out. She grew a smile and took a step back, raising her hands to rake through her violet locks.
"Do you like it? I mean... it is your colour and I probably couldn't pull it off like you, but... uhm," she grew silent towards the end, noticing my stare.
"It's beautiful," I admitted and Sarina immediately became flustered. It was adorable.
"Thank you," she muttered, a little embarrassed. "I know it's a bit lighter than yours was, but I actually had the idea to do something for you with the colour for a while now. It was actually your brothers who tried to brainstorm up ideas and mentioned it so casually. I don't think they thought I took it up seriously but it wasn't as if I was against colouring my hair? So... yeah," she chuckled nervously.
"My brothers? Really?" I inquired, tilting my head a bit. She nodded with a sly grin.
"Yeah. They're little devils, aren't they?" at this, I couldn't agree more. I shot a glare at the hysterical twins from over her shoulder, the two absolutely losing it. I turned to Sarina and handed her Toro, her face full of excitement as she took the kitten into her arms.
"I'm glad you came to see me," I thanked, heading over to them. Sarina flanked my side. The twins carried absolute smug faces as I ruffled up their hair, sounds of disdain emitting from them.
"Well, you are our sister, are you not?" Bartholomew ever so graciously retorted, flipping his imaginary long hair over his shoulder. Cornelius chuckled at his brother's antics before turning to face me.
"So do you like your surprise?" his sly expression revealed his self-commenting attitude. They thought they were the kings after successfully surprising me. Well, this was certainly not the first time they had surprised me and this wasn't even the worst extent. They had vandalised Father's jet. Nothing will ever be able to beat that.
"Like is an understatement, dear brother. I love it," I honestly commented, remembering how nervous I was to set foot back into the country. This broke the ice entirely.
"Love the animal," Bartholomew commented with a head tint, referring to Toro.
"The Prince got it for me," I answered. At that comment, Sarina quickly moved to my side again.
"Oh yeah! He was extraordinarily nice when I talked to him. I'm not surprised he did something like this," she commented, petting Toro who sat comfortably in her arms.
"You met the Prince?" Cornelius asked with a wide, surprised expression. Sarina couldn't help but chuckle at it.
"We video chatted the first week and I met him," she said so casually, as if she was getting used to being involved with royalty. I was glad she was starting to feel comfortable, especially seeing her conversing with my brothers even when I am not there.
"If I remember correctly, did you two not have an argument about my clothes?" Sarina chuckled nervously at that.
"It is all in the past!" and with that, she handed Toro over to the eager Cornelius. Toro didn't seem to like being passed around like a present, meowing in dismay when he was transferred. "So what's the plan of action?" Sarina questioned me. I thought for a second.
"I really need a smoothie right about now," I answered honestly.
"We'll take your stuff and Toro back to the palace then you guys can go get smoothies," Bartholomew said, petting the kitten in his brother's arms. "But you better bring back for us," I chuckled in response and nodded, Sarina agreeing with the idea. Ian seemed to overhear the conversation and transferred all my baggage to Roger's vehicle, the one the twins and Sarina arrived in. Somehow Ian managed to get his car here, but I didn't question it. Secretly, I thought, Ian must be a superspy. It is the only thing that made sense.
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"And then guess how that ended? He got trampled by the bulls, fracturing his upper arm! How stupid can you be?" I was busy reliving the story with Sarina in the café, smoothies already consumed long ago and now we had moved onto ice-cream. I was wearing a disguise provided by Ian, and we sat at the back of the café. There also wasn't many people here so late in the day so I was sure my identity was secure.
"You punched a guy in the face and fractured your hand," she decided to remind me, and I could only groan in annoyance. She had such a large smirk on her face, enjoying to tease me. I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, well, I don't regret it," I told her honestly. Having seen the wonderful bruise on Caleb's face, it had only made me smile. Maybe I was a little sadistic, but after everything he had done to me, I didn't care. I only hated it that his wound healed quicker than mine.
"Didn't think you wound," Sarina leaned over the table, propping her elbows onto the table and placing her face in her hands. She stared at me with such an emotion that I couldn't decipher how she felt, no matter how much I wanted to. I couldn't get it out of my mind that this felt like a date, but it wasn't as if the word ever came up. My overthinking mind was romancing everything she did, but this was how we always were. Sarina was just that sweet.
I couldn't stop myself from fantasising. I wanted nothing more than to reach over and grab her hands, bringing her close to me. I wanted her by my side, but I knew I was selfish. I frowned at myself. Had I not sorted out my feelings a while ago? Why, when she stood in front of me, did I suddenly feel different?
She had an effect on me and I would be lying if I said it was bad.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" I snapped out from my brooding mind as Sarina peered at me curiously. I shook my head.
"Just a little in thought," I admitted. She raised an eyebrow, a sly smirk on her face.
"Did Spain make you a little wiser?" I sighed and nodded my head.
"I guess you could call it that," she hummed in through, sitting back in her seat with her arms folded over her chest.
"Do you want to enlighten me?" I chewed on my bottom lip, a little nervous. I cast my eyes away from her.
"Uhm... Max he... made me realize a few things about myself that I didn't know about. After what happened with Caleb, I never really sat down and talked about it with anyone. I mean, I was hurt and everyone knew that but Max talked about me about how I reacted when I found out. He made me realize a bit better what kind of person I am," Sarina hummed, tilting her head side to side.
"Would you say he gives better advice then me?" my eyes instantly shot back to hers, wide.
"What? Of course not! I value your words more than anything," I breathed, watching a smile take over her face.
"But the Prince is definitely different to me," I shrugged my shoulders at this.
"Well of course. You both have different experiences,"
"But you can relate to him more," I nodded slightly at her comment.
"Well of course. I mean, he knows how it's like," I began to feel a bit uncomfortable, fretting that I might unconsciously be insulting Sarina.
"And I am just a commoner," I looked back at her, my jaw wide at her accusation.
"How can you possibly say that, Sarina? You are far more than just a commoner! Please, if I could have my way you'd be ruling by my side!" I spoke without thinking, regretting my words immediately when I saw her face contort into an unknown emotion.
"By your side?" she question, my face reddening at her words. I turned away from her, burying my chin into my hands.
"Yeah, whatever," pathetic. I am hopeless around her. However, Sarina certainly didn't agree with my inner self-hate as she leaned over and plucked my hands from under my chin, my face nearly colliding with the table. I looked up in surprise as she sandwiched my hands between hers. She closed her eyes and laid her head against our hands, a gentle smile overtaking her features. I blushed at her actions, not able to take my eyes off of her. Her warm hands had mine captured, and I couldn't help but feel how my heart began to pound. I felt her gentle breath against my hands, my face heating even more at the action.
I never knew I could be so affected by such a simple gesture. I certainly didn't feel like this around Caleb.
"Sarina-" but she cut me off with a gentle 'shh', snuggling her face into my hands. She stayed there for a few moments, myself calming down as I took in how peaceful she looked.
"Melanie?" she suddenly asked, breaking the silence between us. "Do you like the Prince?" she inquired, opening her eyes to stare into mine. I almost felt threatened by the passive aggressiveness waving off her. I frowned at her question.
"I admit he was quite attractive, but... no. I don't like him. Not like that, anyway," Sarina seemed relieved at this, burying her face into my hands again.
"Good," was all she said, making my insides tumble. What did that mean? Did that mean she was starting to like me? So many emotions overtook me that I completely forgot about my promise to myself.
I had to let Sarina go.
Although, after seeing what she had done for me, that was no longer an option. I couldn't lose this girl.
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The royal dinner with my parents was mostly spent talking about Spain and the relations I made, obviously. They inquired about the kitten and I was momentarily stunned, fearing that they might take him from me. Luckily my fear was in vain as they immediately accepted Toro when seeing him, petting him and seeing how elegant the cat was.
It made me feel a little calmer about being back in the country, but I was starting to miss the Spanish Prince. I didn't know how much I valued his conversations until I lost. Sure, I could still text him and he did message me, asking how my entrance back into the country was. I told him of the gentle ride and what Sarina had done, and I was pretty sure he had a girlish moment when I told him what she did.
Even more when I told him about what happened at the café and how happy I was when all that had happened. Although, now I began to doubt Sarina's actions. A normal friend could've done all that, right? Sarina might not have any feelings for me.
I hated all my contradictory thoughts.
Alejandro calmed me down, telling me that her actions were nowhere near normal. Still, I wouldn't get my hopes up.
I visited the hospital after Ian picked me up from the café, and I still had a week of wear time which meant that tomorrow, when I turned eighteen in front of the world, my wound will be on display. Wonderful.
The twins were upset that I didn't bring smoothies back for them, but ultimately forgave when I brought it up that they spent the entire day with Toro. Checkmate.
But I was tired. Just this morning I was still spending a normal breakfast in Spain and now I was readying for bed in the United Kingdom. I almost missed the Royal Guards, the Spaniard palace feeling empty without a guard at every corner. I most definitely did not miss the servants. Not because they delivered bad service, because they didn't, but instead I rather enjoyed understanding what people were telling me. Back in a world full of English. I never thought I would appreciate my own tongue language as much as I did now.
"Tomorrow will be wonderful, Your Highness," Roxane, my handmaiden, spoke as she closed my curtains. I was slowly getting into bed.
"I just fear that I might embarrass myself," I told her my fear, one which she reacted to by staring at me with a confused expression.
"You? Your Highness, the country will learn to respect you but they won't hate you if you stumble over your words a bit. It is your first public appearance in the UK, after all," I settled into sleep with that thought in mind, still fretting the day that was to come.