#yeah um...bitch was never on a date in her 27 years of existence HAHAHAHA

[midnightscxre]

@monstersmuses​​

Getting her to fall into a trap was as impossible as seeing someone walking on water. Far from a trusting person, miles from a naive one, Clare was as cautious as a wounded wild animal observing its ‘ savior ‘ approaching. Maybe it was those same pair of razor sharp fangs of her temperamental soul that lulled her into an idea no one would ever try to pull a fast one on her, like her friend just did. The woman with waves of red rose petals for hair was impatiently running her fingers over the silver fork on the table, not suspecting anything until just a minute ago when the vibration of her cell phone snapped her out of her thoughts. 

The text of the message froze the fingers grasping the device, turned her stomach and made her once pale cheeks like snow glow with red. ‘ Just a quick heads up. . . this is not a business meeting. . . I kind of arranged a blind date for you. Please don’t kill me. . . I know you wouldn’t go if I just asked. . . Please. . . PLEASE don’t kill me. ‘ Hourglass shape was already moving, quickly, swiftly, packing her laptop in the leather bag and trying to get a hold of the waiter to pay for the drink. . .How foolish was she? Ignoring this fabricated ‘ hearts for all, love in the air ‘ holiday made the emerald eyes blind to the possibility that Alice might get creative and shove her nose in Clare’s personal affairs. 

Nervousness was eating away at her insides, tingling running through her legs, an alarm of anxiety ringing in her ears. Who would have thought, for such a lioness of a woman, fearless, intelligent and beautiful. . . that in her entire successful life, she has never been on a date. Just as the young man in the white shirt with the tray in his hand noticed her waving him to pay the bill, a broad silhouette of a man appeared next to her. . . and something told Clare that he was not just passing through.