#addra

She rolled around for a couple more minutes, wallowing in her fear and discouragement. She had heard of the name Add Grenore- in fact, she had probably seen him at a formal party before but just so happened to not notice. She had many noble men come up to her with the hopes to woo her into a marriage, which was always refused politely by the female herself. Not to mention her mother only wanted the best of men to marry her daughter, having many requirements in place if they so dared to stand before Ara. Of course it was obvious she had given up on even identifying them, considering the amount that she had to speak with. Her thoughts were interrupted by the slightest knock on the door.

“Madam?” It was Chung.

“Come in…” Ara sighed, pulling the pillow closer as her butler entered her room, bowing as he shut the door behind him quietly.

“Did you get any rest?” He sounded concerned.

“Mmm… sorta?” She mumbled, smiling sheepishly.

“You didn’t, did you?” The chaser frowned, “I had came to awaken you for today but… Seeing as you had gotten no rest, I’ll come back within another hour.”

“Nah, it’s okay, I don’t think I can sleep anyway,” The maiden muttered, shifting her legs off the bed to stand up shakily. Chung gently pushed her back down.

“That is not okay, Ara, sleep is very vital to your health,”

“I know I know, but I can’t sleep even if you make me. I’ll probably end up laying in bed drowning in my despair,”

“You’re exaggerating now,” He rolled his eyes, “It’s just a political marriage, I’m sure he’s not interested in making you his on the first day,”

“You don’t know that!” Ara huffed back, remembering all the times when men had tried to corner her up in a room for the night. Though it didn’t work very well, since she would get angry enough to take whatever was in the room to bash their head with. Chung would then come in literally less than a second later to finish the deed.

“Think about it Chung, it’s like you being forced into a loveless marriage even though you have Eve!” At Eve’s name, the butler flushed a light pink, coughing several times in embarrassment.

“There is nothing going on between me and Eve! We’re just friends, that’s all!”

“Yeah, sure, friends. Ogling a lady while serving tea is definitely what friends do to each other,” Ara said sarcastically, grinning in victory when the male’s face went even redder.

“Wha- Formality Ara!”

“Oh drop it Chung, you already dropped your formality towards me since the time you called me Ara,” True enough, her words were correct. The male gave up, his shoulders dropping in defeat. Reaching forward, the maiden ruffled his hair as though a sister would to her little brother.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to tease you that much, it’s just… I’m a little stressed out... This is all too fast, you know?”

“I know, I understand. I knew your mother would sooner or later arrange a marriage for you but this was quicker than I anticipated,” Chung frowned, reaching up to grab her hand and pull it off his head.

He straightened up, dusting off his suit before escorting the female off the bed.

“Ara, I would prefer if if you’d sleep for atleast another hour,”

“I would if I could,” Ara replied back briskly, flashing a sheepish smile, “But I don’t think I can so I won’t bother too.”

“...Fine. At least make sure you eat something today, alright? You didn’t even eat your dinner last night!”

The black-haired girl only nodded exasperatedly, shaking her head as she let Chung lead her out of her room into the golden halls. Well, she wouldn’t really call it the halls since it was basically a fancy dorm that held a personal kitchen, bath, bedroom, and dressroom all for her specifically. It had a hall that connected to the rest of the estate, but she’d prefer not to go until the time when her supposed fiancee would come. Letting the gentleman blindly pull her through several twists and turns, she was beginning to wonder when her bathroom would finally appear.

“All this unnecessary space…” She muttered.

“What was that?” Chung questioned puzzledly.

“Ah, it’s nothing, don’t worry about it!”

At least the house she lived in currently didn’t have so many random halls that connected to nothing. It wasn’t small but it wasn’t quite as large as the mansion she stood in now, allowing her to get to her destination quickly without wasting time wandering aimlessly. After what felt like an eternity, the butler finally stopped in front of two grand doors, steam from inside weaving out through the cracks.

“After you bathe, make sure you call the maids to dress you, don’t do it yourself,” Chung said the last part rather sternly, causing Ara to pout. “Trust me, that dress looks a lot easier to put on than it really is. I suppose that it’s only like that since your mother picked it out for you.”

“Wow, great, thanks,” She grumbled, pushing the door open and squinting her eyes as a gush of hot air came blowing into her face.

“Alright Madam, I’ll take my leave for now. If you can not find the dining hall, the maids will be sprawled out across the area so fret not,” Switching back to formality, the butler bowed once in amusement before heading down the hall.

Watching as he disappeared around the corner, Ara let out a soft sigh, heading inside and letting the doors shut behind. Mewling sadly about her situation wasn’t going to help her get through it, so with a heavy heart, she prepared to meet her husband.

“My, you look so beautiful Madam!” One of the maids squealed excitedly, clapping her hands as she bounced lightly on her feet.

“Thank you,” Ara replied, hesitantly gazing at herself from within the mirror.

The reflection featured a slender women dressed in a fitted coral gown, her shoulders and arms covered in a lacey-fabric which flashed bits of her smooth skin. The dress gently wrapped around her fine curves, sprawling out onto the floor as if though they were a field of flowers. The detail was amazingly intricate, well-crafted pale flowers blooming around the edges of her torso to her waist. Today, the maids had curled her hair once more, putting it up into a perfect half-do which displayed soft waves beneath a twisted style of braids.

“I’m sure your husband’s mouth will drop to the floor in shock once he sees you!”

“Indeed he will! Ah, a wedding! How beautiful the ballroom and decorations are on that special day!”

“I’m so excited! I cannot wait for your wedding, Madam!”

Despite the happy chatter of the maids and kind compliments that they dished out, Ara could only give the tiniest of smiles. They were hopeful of her future, yet she was dreading of what was to come. How could she not? She didn’t even know the guy for crying sakes! Yet here she was, being dressed and toyed around like a doll for a future she didn’t want to be apart of.

“Don’t think of it as anymore than what it actually is Ara…” She murmured softly to herself, taking in a deep breath to calm her raging heart.

Letting it out slowly, she turned around, determined to only meet Add on the footing of a political marriage; nothing more and nothing less.

“Add?” Elsword called loudly into the garden, impatiently tapping his foot against the concrete, “Could you stop hiding and great ready to leave? The maids are waiting to dress you, ya’know?”

His call was met in silence, further irritating the red-head. Awkwardly, the maids behind him shuffled their feet, nervously waiting for the gentlemen to appear.

“Seriously Add? You’re being such a brat! Do you honestly think hiding in the garden is gonna somehow make Ara Haan go away?”

Once again it was quiet. Getting annoyed with the situation, the male was about ready to just turn around and barge inside when he heard the slightest muffle of a response.

“Be quiet Elsword, there’s no need to shout like an animal so early in the morning,” Seemingly appearing out of nowhere, Add came walking forward, an open book balanced in one hand.

His silver hair was tousled and messy, his bangs falling down to shadow his face. Specks of dirt and grass stained his white dress shirt, which was slightly unbuttoned to allow for a less suffocating fit. Despite his appearance, his still managed to remain handsome, his free hand flipping his bangs back as the maids silently swooned in the back.

“Oh, wow, thanks. I wouldn’t have had to shout if you had just replied back to me from the beginning,” Elsword rolled his eyes, frowning as he glanced over Add, “Did you roll around in the grass or something? You’re a complete mess.”

“No, I did not roll around in the grass you idiot,” Add muttered, shutting his book close.

“Then why are you so dirty?”

“I was laying in the grass reading.”

“Really? That’s the same thing as rolling around in the grass.”

“It’s not the same you buffoon.”

“Yeah yeah sure. Hurry up already, you leave in like, an hour.”

Without caring to respond, the silver-haired gentleman walked past Elsword, heading down the stone path towards the glass doors which lead inside. He heard the maids nervously follow behind him, which prompted an irked sigh. Paying no heed to their actions, Add quickly opened the door, his shoes tapping against the marble halls as the cool air from inside brushed against his heated skin.

“M-monsieur! Y-your bath has been p-prepared already!” The maid let out a squeak as the male whirled around, his sharp magenta eyes raising.

“Lead the way then,” His reply was cold and blunt, which had the poor maiden nodding her head viciously as she kept herself low, zipping past him to lead the way. The other maids followed suit, making sure to remain well ahead of Add in order to not touch upon his docile annoyance.

They traveled in silence, Add deciding to flip open his book to continue his reading. Even after arriving, he didn’t once close the book and instead waved his free hand to dismiss the maids, only allowing one to stay behind to tend to his needs. He made his way through the blurry glass doors which surrounded the sink, placing the book on top. Once he was safely covered from view,, he started to unbutton his shirt, his eyes never once straying from the words.

“How would you like your bath today Monsieur? Epsom salts or mineral water?” The maid questioned politely, walking over to a cart that was parked towards the side of his bathtub, holding a variety of healing ingredients for the water.

“A combination.”

“Affirmative.”

“Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear…! What am I going to do Chung? He’ll be here any minute now…” Ara whispered, nervously biting her lips as she folded her hands together.

The two were standing outside the front gates of the main estate, behind Mother Haan who waited patiently under the shade of an umbrella. Mother Haan had ushered one of the maids to hold one over her head, claiming that the sun would ruin her complexion and age her skin if she weren’t to be covered from the rays which showered down from the sky. Though it was a correct statement, Ara found it to be a stifling matter, since noticeable damage would only occur if one stood within the sun for long periods of time. To top it off, her mother had also forced Chung to hold one over her head as well.

“He’s here,” Mother Haan hummed at the sound of an engine, stepping forward as the maid clumsily tried to hold the umbrella steady while walking down the steps.

Just as those words left her mouth, Ara watched dazedly as a slick black car came pulling through the circular driveway, several others following behind it as though they were protecting something valuable. She swallowed whatever fear and anxiety she had left and quickly took in three deep breaths, preparing herself to meet her supposed fiancee. Daintily, she raised her dress as though she was a princess, stepping down the stairs carefully to stand next to her mother. Soon enough, several bodyguards came out the cars, politely bowing and greeting Mother Haan with respect and dignity. The maiden watched with trembling hands as one of them opened the door to the black car, eyes widening as a lean gentleman stepped out.

“Good evening Monsieur Grenore,” Mother Haan said sweetly, bowing slightly as she smiled.

“Good evening Madam Haan,” The male replied back smoothly, a dashing smile curling onto his lips.

As Add replied back politely, Ara watched as his sharp magenta eyes slowly rose to match her own apricot ones. Instantly, she froze at his cool gaze, hands gripping each other tightly. Not once did his gaze waver, and Ara couldn’t find it in herself to look away, insteading admiring the hue within his eyes. It felt like time had stopped in that one moment, at least until he opened his mouth.

“Good evening… Ara,” Her name seemed to roll off his tongue perfectly, almost as if he was testing it with his voice.

With that, Add turned to face her completely, reaching a hand up to his chest as he bowed. Suddenly, that was it all took before Ara could move her body once more. Forcing herself to remain composed, she answered his greeting.

“Good evening… Add.” A forced smile decorated her pink lips.

The greeting between the two was short, yet not once did the two remove their attention from each other. It wasn’t too long before the male stepped forward, cautiously reaching a hand outwards to her with emotionless eyes. The maiden hesitated at first, but quickly took it, wrapping her arm around his as she felt her mother’s strict eyes burning through her back.

“How wonderful… I am utmost happy that you two are getting along well!” Mother Haan exclaimed happily, “I hope you find my daughter to be a wonderful person, Monsieur Grenore,”

“I’m quite certain she is,” Add replied back curtly, his polite voice turning cold for a split second. Mother Haan didn’t notice the change.

“I’m glad you feel that way, Monsieur. Now, come inside! Let us sit and chat over a cup of tea, no?”

“Of course.”

Ara soon found herself being pulled along by Add, who didn’t seemed bothered in the least to her being extremely close to him. The guards soon opened the doors to the inside mansion, Mother Haan leading the way to the dining room as the maiden turned to send a distressed glance over to her butler Chung, who could only shake his head with a face that said ‘sorry’. She knew he couldn’t help, but some reassurance would’ve been nice! Before long, they were seated at a table, her mother already starting a long conversation of questions about where Add studied, what his values were, and what his dreams and ambitions are for the future.

“What do you prioritize most within your work, Monsieur?” Mother Haan questioned, sipping her tea as she raised an interested eyebrow.

“Hm, that is quite a tricky question is it not?” Add smirked, watching as Mother Haan let out a quiet chuckle.

“Oh my, I don’t mean to be a tricky person!”

“Of course, I understand what you mean. Let’s see, I happen to prioritize…”

Droning out of the conversation, Ara clasped her two hands over her cup of tea, letting the warmth seep through her skin. The heat comforted her. She let out a soft sigh, eyes lowering as she stared down at her reflection from within the brown liquid. The her that mirrored back looked tired and wearied. I wonder if it’s because I didn’t get much sleep… She mused within her thoughts, shaking the cup gingerly as she took a sip, a curious eye peeking over the top as she glimpsed over the male. He was rather handsome she admitted, soft white hair brushed back neatly. He had a fine jawline and a nice collarbone, which was subtly shown from the white suit that he adorned. A light purple tie carefully topped off his outfit, showing off an effortless elegant look. It made her wonder how many girls had tried for his hand in marriage before her own. Her thoughts were abruptly stopped when she suddenly made eye-contact with him, almost choking on her tea as she looked away embarrassedly.

“What is the matter, Ara? You’ve been awfully quiet to your fiancee,” Mother Haan said lowly noticing the change as she narrowed her eyes.

“It is… It is uh, it is-” Before Ara could muster up an excuse, Add cutted in.

“Perhaps all this talk has tired her out. If you don’t mind Madam Haan, I would be more then happy to escort my wife to her room,” At the word of wife, Mother Haan’s facial expression lightened dramatically, nodding in approval as Ara gaped confusedly.

“No, it is fine…! I am alright, you do not have to take such consideration towards m-me,” The female spluttered, weakly trying to stop the male from lifting her up gently from her seat.

“Do not be concerned about my actions, your health comes first,” He said bluntly, already leading her towards the hallways, her mother’s farewell echoing from behind.

“B-but!”

“I said it was fine,” His cold response silenced her immediately.

What? Ara’s expression was of bewilderment as they turned the corner, numbly allowing him to practically drag her along. Chung and a few other maids had followed after but stopped momentarily once Add had told them to leave. Now, she found herself alone with her fiancee, who didn’t stop once to check on her as he gripped her arm roughly. They took many twists and turns, and she began to wonder if he actually knew where they were going.

“W-wait, slow down! Add let g-go! You’re hurting me!” She cried, pulling back as he reluctantly released her arm.

The skin which he had put his hands on was red with the imprint of his fingers and Ara rubbed a hand sorely over it. She raised her head, ready to tell him off when suddenly her eyes were met with a frosty glare. The change in his look instantly made her take a step back, watching with slight fear as Add let out a deep sigh.

“You know, I think it’s time I just told you off,” Add muttered, narrowing his eyes, “I’m not interested in playing husband and wife with you. The marriage we have is absolutely down to the margin of a political marriage, understand? Don’t think I’ll treat you as though you were a lover to me, cause once this marriage is over, we won’t ever meet again outside the boundaries of a social or formal party.”

What is he…? The female couldn’t muster up any words to respond, eyes widening in confusement as she took another step back. The Add that she had first associated with was the same Add that stood before her. Everything was the same, except for one, his sudden shift in personality. The Add that had all the characteristics of a perfect husband, now had all the characteristics of a rotten human being. Gritting her teeth, the maiden whirled around, eyes flashing with anger.

“Fine! I never was interested in becoming your wife anyway! I never asked for this marriage and I never wanted to be yours in the first place! I’m glad we’re on the same page!” She shouted, huffing as she stomped away, her face turning red with irritation.

“Mmm… five more minutes…” She mumbled irritatedly, pulling the covers over to block out the sound.

“I am sorry to disturb your rest Madam but your mother had ordered me to awaken you,”

My mother…? At that Ara shot up from underneath her covers, eyes flashing over to meet cerulean ones confusedly. Her bed hair flew up wildly, momentarily falling elegantly down her back. Realizing how awful she actually looked in the morning, she embarrassedly smoothed down the few strands sticking out, coughing into her hands a few times to clear her throat.

“Ahem, Chung, what exactly do you mean...?” She whispered nervously, fingers intertwining anxiously for an answer.

“I apologize, I do not know of the details. It’s just that your mother had sent a letter this morning demanding that you travel back to the main estate,”

“To the main estate…?” She cocked her head to the side, “For what?”

The butler shook his head, allowing the female to become even more confused. Chung reached a hand out, Ara gingerly taking it as he escorted her off the bed.

“For now, please wash up in the bath, I already ran the water to the perfect temperature and prepared your gown for the evening,”

“Oh… um, thanks… I guess,” Ara sighed, wiping her eyes as she slipped into her slippers.

“The maids also aligned up your beauty products for today. Once you’re finished, breakfast will be served in the dining hall,” Chung smiled gently, opening the bathroom door for her before bowing and taking his leave.

With another tired sigh, Ara entered the slightly warmed bathroom, promptly shutting the door behind her and locking it. Her bathroom was abnormally large, white walls with golden outlinings and marble floors. Her sink was made of marble as well, sitting right in the middle with a gigantic mirror. Towards the left was a large beige bath, encircled in tempered glass. Towards the right was her toilet, covered by a foggy glassed rectangle which effectively hid her from the maids if they were to come in to bring her makeup or clothes. Stripping off her silky pale nightgown, she walked over to the bath, reaching a hand down to check the temperature. Just like Chung said, it was the perfect. She slipped in, a relaxed breath coming out as she sunk deeper into the water, allowing the heat to ease the tension off her muscles. The water smelled of mint and minerals, the tint being a light green. Looks like Chung had spoiled her a little more today, probably due to her having to leave for the main estate.

Had it not been for the rush of her mother’s letter, she would’ve hanged inside her bathroom for the longest time, relishing in the therapeutic heat and minerals which helped her maintain her glowing soft skin. But, despite her mind protesting it, she left after washing her hair, heading over to her sink to begin her morning facial routine. A quick cleanser and moisturizer revived her tired skin, the color being much more healthier and dewy. She should really stop staying out so late before her skin takes a turn for the worse. Considering it, no one really knew that Ara sneaked out almost every night to the breakdance club. Besides Chung at least, the lad having caught her one time as she climbed out of her window while he was tending to the garden. He had merely shrugged off that fact and instead scolded her for leaving without any guards. However, since A.C.E was very popular, the club had implemented their own guarding system for her, easing the worries off the chaser who obeyed her pleads to keep it a secret.

“I wonder what Mother wants…” Ara murmured, brushing through her hair with a pristine comb.

Getting called back to the main estate was the last thing she thought would happen today. With a depressed frown, she reached over to the white gown her butler had chosen her, an off-the-shoulder high-low dress that draped down her figure beautifully. At the creak of her bathroom door unlocking, she turned to face the maid who stood behind it nervously.

“M-Madam..! I-I am y-your new maid here to d-do your hair…!” She stammered, bowing multiple times as Ara let out a gentle smile.

“Welcome, and of course, where shall I sit?” At Ara’s reassuring voice, the maid raised her head, a tiny excited smile decorating her lips.

“T-thank you! Please s-sit here! It won’t take very long!”

Hair, check. Outfit, check. Make-up, check. Posture, check. All that was left was for Ara to build up her courage. The breakfast she had this morning wasn’t helping with this, churning uneasily in her stomach as she glanced out the carriage windows, watching as frenchmen and women do their daily businesses.

“Are you alright Madam?” She snapped her head over to her butler, who sat across from her pouring tea with a concerned gaze.

“I’m fine! Just a little nervous that’s all…” Her answer was met with a nod by the male.

“I can see why, it has been awhile since your Mother has called for you. She only ever does so to commend you on your ballet performances,”

“Right? Why now all of a sudden? The performance isn’t until, like, next month?!” Ara groaned, pouting as she leaned her head back.

“Formality Ara,” Chung laughed, adding sugar to the hot cup.

“Sorry,” She mumbled, watching as he stirred the brown liquid with a dejected sigh.

“I’m sure it’s nothing bad. Mademoiselle Haan only ever calls to compliment you after all,” He assured, carefully handing over the cup to the accident-prone female.

“I’m not too sure of that…” Ara muttered, gratefully accepting it while casting her eyes back outside. For some reason, she felt that something was different from her usual callings. Something that would affect her quite deeply.

Was my house always this big…?

Ara gulped anxiously, staring at the massive mansion that stood before her. Lining the outer walls were guards dressed in silver and orange suits, each holding onto a sharp spear. At her appearance, they had knelt down, greeting her formally and inviting her inside. Cautiously, she made sure to maintain perfect posture, holding her head high as she walked inside the house, eyeing the spiraling glass stairs that led up to the second floor; the second floor which held her mother, standing tall and proud.

“Welcome back, Ara,” Mother Haan said softly, crossing her hands over her dress as she gazed down from above, her expression strict but beautiful.

“Thank you, Mother. May I ask what calls me here today?” Ara lifted her dress, bowing politely.

“You look stunning today, Ara, befitting of the Haan’s beauty,” Mother Haan ignored her question, a smile curling onto her rosy lips as Ara bowed once more.

True enough she did look stunning today, more than usual at least. She was dressed in one of the most finest gowns ever made in France, made up of the silkiest fabrics with highly skilled embroidery woven into it. Her hair was placed within a lovely braided bun, curled strands hanging down to frame her face. Chung and her maids had taken extra care to make sure she looked her best in front of her mother. With another thanks, the maiden watched as her mother descended down the stairs, two handsome guards accompanying her down. With every step closer, Ara felt herself tense up, practically forcing her expression to remain a neutral, pleasant smile.  

“Before I knew it, you’ve seemed to grow up so fast my flower,” Mother Haan hummed, walking forward until she was right in front of Ara, “You’re already an adult…”

Not liking where the conversation was going, Ara nodded numbly, flinching as her mother pressed a hand against her cheek. Even though the gesture was suppose to be tender, it felt distant, cold, and unfamiliar. But she made no move to pull away, facing her mother’s sparkling eyes with slight terror.

“I believe it’s time for you to fully step into adulthood, Ara… Do you understand?”

“...I’m sorry M-mother, what exactly do you mean…?”

“As much as it pains me to watch my little birdling leave the nest, every mother must watch her children grow,” Mother Haan took a deep breath, closing her eyes, “And for your growth, I’ve arranged a marriage for you, Ara.”

“A what!?” Ara shouted suddenly, eyes widening as she took a step back. Her mother paid no attention.

“Yes, a marriage. Your fiancee’s name is Add Grenore, the heir to the Grenore Insitution. He’s handsome, skilled in many fields, and very polite, you’ll find him to be wonderful husband, I’m sure!”

“W-wait please slow down M-mother! I don’t think I’m ready to get married yet!” Ara stammered, shaking her head wildly as her mother frowned.

“Nonsense! At your age every beautiful lady is taking up a husband! And as the daughter of the pristine Haan family, you must do your duty to continue our prosperity and future,”

“No! I don’t want to get married- Mother- y-you didn’t even get my acceptance of this Add guy!” The maiden cried, now getting the attention of everyone within the room.

“Silence Ara, since when did you ever learn to speak back against me!” Mother Haan snapped, her tender voice turning cruel and strict.

“He is not some Add-guy as you put it! He is the heir to a very prosperous company and the bridge to the improvement of the Haan family! Do you know how much work it took me to get this marriage to be agreed upon?! Now I do not want to hear another voice of complaint from you Ara, you will meet your betrothed tomorrow and I expect you to act like how a Haan should act!” With those words, Ara shirked down, a defeated look painted across her face.

“...Yes… Mother…”

“Great. You may sleep in you old bedroom today, I’ve already had the maids clean and prepare it for you. Tomorrow Add Grenore will be arriving at exactly 11 am and you will meet with him in the White Garden at noon. For now, rest up, dinner will be brought to your room for tonight since I have some meetings to attend.”

The black-haired female couldn’t even muster up a reply, watching dully as her mother’s expression changed back to normal before she turned around, heading back upstairs. Ara lowered her head, glaring at the ground as tears began to well up in her eyes, her fingers curling into fists. Biting her lip, she watched as droplets of water fell to the ground, splattering in several directions. She was pathetic. When she was Ara she was pathetic, vulnerable, weak-hearted. But when she was A.C.E, she was the exact opposite.

How can two entirely different me’s exist?

She wanted to scream it so bad. She wanted everyone to know that she wasn’t weak, wasn’t a pushover, wasn’t a doll to be played with. But every time she opened her mouth, the words never came out.

“What’s with the big frown, Monsieur Douche?” Elsword commented dryly, plopping himself down on Add’s bed as he took in the male’s displeased face.

“What do you think?” Add growled frustratedly, running a hand through his hair.

“Is this about that fiancee your dad talked about?”

“You think?” He snapped, rubbing his face in annoyance.

“Oh c’mon, it can’t be that bad. I mean your wife is Ara Haan. Have you seen her? She’s got one hell of a body,” Elsword grinned, imitating the hourglass figure that Ara had with his hands.

“Oh? You got a crush on her or something?” Add remarked, glaring, “I thought Aisha was your fiancee?”

“Of course Aisha’s my fiancee, I love her, but can’t I compliment a pretty woman when I see one?”

“Complimenting other women when you already have a wife? Ugh, whatever. At least you like your wife,”

“Hey, I didn’t like her at first, y’know. But the more we hung out the more I grew to like her,” Elsword smiled fondly, “Maybe it’ll be the same with you and Ara,”

“Highly doubt it,” Add rolled his eyes, biting his lips. Besides… I already have my eyes on someone else…

His thoughts drifted to his partner on the stage, her bright eyes as she danced and cocky smirks that made his heart race with excitement. The way her body moved left his eyes mesmerized and glued to her. Everything about her was perfect, her fun and bold personality, her well-toned body, and most importantly, the way she understood him better than anyone else. A.C.E was the only girl he had ever grew to love. If only he knew who she really was behind that mask. He let out another exasperated sigh, collapsing onto the bed next to Elsword with a muffled groan.