Holy Marriage
Fingers
Anna gets off when Alan opens the car door for her. Geez, he was treated very special by a man as perfect as Alan. Feels proud.
Alan pointed at her elbow that was sticking out toward Anna with his chin, as a gesture of commanding Anna so that the girl would hold her arm.
Somewhat clumsy, Anna wrapped her right arm around Alan's left arm. They walked into the building. Anna's feelings raged. Deg-degan, anxious, uncertain worries. All the feelings stir up his feelings.
Anna was afraid she would embarrass Alan. He was afraid that his attitude and gestures did not match those of high level people around Alan. He was afraid of becoming a cause of chaos. What if he ruined the situation with a bad thing that he himself could not predict what kind of bad thing. I wish that
Anna's heart was running as she entered a spacious room filled with well-dressed and elite humans. They enjoy drinks and food. The lights above add to the impression of luxury. If only it was not being focused on walking gracefully, it also continued to smile kindly, plus it had to be elegant in front of many people, he said, Anna must have circulated her eyes in all directions to enjoy the luxury of the room. Repot once become a big man's wife. Just briefly playing the role of Alan's future wife who must act to still look elegant, Anna is already longing for her usual figure.
Anna briefly read the writing on a large screen reflected through a projector to one side of the building wall. Now Anna understands she's at a company party where Alan works.
The line of sight led to Alan and Anna, making Anna even more nervous. He felt his entire body suddenly cold as ice. Especially the hands and feet. It was not the temperature in the room that was too cold that made his body temperature change drastically, but rather the overwhelming nervousness. It's so hard to fit in with big guys like them. Anna was sorry why she had to attend the party. He shouldn't have been there. That's not the place.
The clink of the sound of the glass being stirred sounded boisterous accompanied by crisp laughter and the sound of warm conversation.
“They are looking at us,” whispered Anna still with a forward-looking gaze and an ever-expanding smile on her red lips.
Some people looked down their heads and smiled to greet Alan, not sparing their eyes towards the girl at Alan's side. They praised Anna's beauty, amazed at the harmony of lovers known to be married. Alan and Anna were seen as compatible.
Alan stopped at the table and took a glass of the drink and handed it to Anna.
What kind of drink is that? It's red? What syrup is fanta? Or maybe an alcoholic drink? Anna was confused.
“You don't like this drink?” alan asked to see Anna who was not willing to welcome the drink.
Anna nodded. Then welcome the drink. Alan also took the same drink, then he pointed his glass at Anna.
Understanding with Alan's intentions, Anna also directed her glass to Alan's glass until the two glasses clashed and caused a loud clink. Fortunately, Anna often watches romance movies, who likes alay in a westernized style, toast.
One sip, Anna brushes. The drink was like biting his throat. Bitter again. Oh my God, what is this drink? Don't tell me there's something mixed into this drink, and then she's gonna pass out and be taken to the room by Alan. Then fucked that guy. Huh huh? Why is Anna's mind wrenching again?
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