Bloody Weekend

Chapter 4

Often Graciela advises her friend to use contact lenses if she does not want to use glasses. Arthur sometimes uses contact lenses but only at work. He uses disposable contact lenses. She said wearing contact lenses was also less comfortable for her.

Graciela nodded her head . A smile spread across his face. It seemed that he was very satisfied with the result of his decig.

He exclaimed

"It's done. I hope you're not tired of keeping me Arthur company."

"Oh, of course not Miss West. Very good work."

Graciela laughs. His laughter can sometimes make men adore him, including Arthur Robson.

"Thank you Arthur. I was quite satisfied with the design this time. I just need to turn it into clothes now."

Arthur moved from his seat. It's true that he has a handsome face. Black eyeballs that have an attractive look. And straight black hair. It's worth it that women are crazy about him.

He's actually married. He once told Graciela he met his wife at a drama show. At that moment he said

"Elsie is actually a beautiful and kind woman. Before we got married she was always meek. Now after getting married, she turns into a chatty and always nagging. He always forbade me to go to bars."

At that time Graciela just laughed at her. He didn't really take the word Arthur said.

"Miss West."

Arthur's word eliminates Graciela's daydreams.

"Yes . What's up ? "

"With what will you make his wings?"

Graciela smiled

"I haven't decided yet. I'm gonna go into town and see a craft shop. I also want to buy some ribbons, glass crystals and pearls. Maybe you'll stop by the fabric store and pick the shoulder."

"Do I need to be with you ?" Asked Arthur doubtfully.

"No, thank you Arthur. It's not like you should leave now. You have a photo shoot in a minute. "

"Ah yes. Excuse me Miss West."

After Arthur leaves, Graciela immediately goes to the kitchen and makes a cup of hot cocoa for herself. He felt very tired. His entire power was drained. But he feels very happy.

"Thank God, now I can rest."

And his mind flew to Peter.

"Master." Her thought. "Tomorrow we can meet. I'm going to the Cavendish house.

He sat in front of his fireplace. While spending the third cup and a slice of tuna sandwich to his mouth.

Put down his cup whose contents stay a little. He got up and walked towards his writing desk. The design in the picture was seen. There was a sense of dissatisfaction that he did not know why. Before, he was satisfied.

His eyebrows are shrinking. Something is strange. Though her dress is in accordance with her picture in accordance but not the same. Has he got it or not.

He got it and it's true. But there is something different. Something vague, something different, something else. But where did he get it.

An evil idea appeared in his head. A thought full of envy and spite. He heard nothing Arthur said. But I don't know in what way the idea got into his mind. It creates a strange sensation in the picture.

Graciela turned back . Maybe it was just his delusion. He believes that tomorrow morning he will be used to coming back

"Strange. "his thought was "How easily someone is affected."

With a face full of smiles he saw a painting. Graciela is not only a designer but also a painter. It's just that he made painting a hobby not a job.

He stood in front of a painting called the Worshiping Woman. This painting is nice, lady with wavy blonde hair. Blue eyes with a look of adoration.

He loved this painting very much, in the frame and in the pit. He looked at the painting carefully. The painting is good. His best work in years. He remembered the faintest at the time Arthur saw this painting.

"Why don't you sign up for the competition? You're gonna be champion one.."

She smiles. He never wanted to enter the competition. Painting is a hobby not to compete.

When he made it first, he got the picture, the color that matches. White face that looks up. Eyes that look adoring. Yes this woman adores. Or like idolizing.

Graciela sighed she remembered Peter. Peter was very angry when he showed this painting. Peter's anger made him so shocked. Peter was never angry with her. He remembered the word he said at that time.

"You can't show off that thing anywhere. "Say firmly.

And seemed unconcerned by Peter's refusal he said

"I don't care. This is my work . I have rights."

Her eyes turned again to the picture of her wedding dress design on the writing table. Put it in a clear map. It's stored in the drawer and in the key. He'll just go to buy his fabric material later. Maybe three or four more days. He doesn't need to rush.

His mind floated again that he would spend two or three days having fun at Julia's place. There's Julia, Amy, William and Peter. Yes Peter, his face flushed red and his heart was racing when he thought of that name.

The sleepiness begins to rule her. He yawns, he feels letic but also happy. He went to the bathroom, washed his face in the sink. In the hot water in her bathtub.

He had been in the tub for half an hour. He got up and started to get dressed. He looked at himself in the mirror. Turn off all the lights, and leave one light next to his bed on.

He lay on his back while staring at the stars. He did deliberately ask in pairs of windows on his bed. So he could look up at the night sky. Like tonight he was busy looking at the stars. Counting him hoping to fall asleep.

But it seems he can't fall asleep. Eventually he began to catch his breath regularly. Counting it to fall asleep. He thought of The Blossom, the day he would spend tomorrow.

Out there in Paladin, there was the roar of a mosil machine that was on the runway. Somewhere there was the sound of a baby crying. All of those voices gathered together into one in his subconscious.

In his consciousness the car turned into a panther. With black fur as well as golden eyes that drew her into her consciousness.