Chapter 29: Chapter 29

The dining table was set outside the field and the whole table was filled with a rich meal, glasses of fine wine and a very huge crab fries. The air outside was light and the sun had already set, making the light from the yard shine through and the moonlight spread through us glowing in its beauty, a piece of low love music playing in the background, making it a romantic night for me.

I sat down with Russeli taking a little bite out of my food, it was a beautiful sight since I have to look at the person I love without any suspicious eyes gazing at me, this has been one of my plans when we go to the island together.

I was a maid at that time, but I also had dreams and plans, and they were nasty ones, who told you that an innocent person doesn't dream wild sometimes.

I notice Russeli staring at me and I lift my brow curiously. "Do you know you are very pretty, even in the moonlight?" His gaze was tense as he looked at my face.

I was wearing a one hand black dinner dress that sweeps the flow, my hair was let down on my shoulder and I wore light makeup. I know I was too dressed up for a dinner I am having out in my backyard garden with Russeli, but each moment I want to look good before him and show him all he had hoped for me to be in the past.

"You can say that again," I said softly, normally I should thank him for the compliment, but I didn't want to be that kind of lady, not as Natasha, the person Natasha is, was a proud lady with looks and charms, not the lady that will tuck her hair behind her ear and smile like a fool.

"Let's continue eating," I told him. He was still staring and that way I won't be able to stare at him as I wanted, I want to be the one that takes all his beauty to my heart and let my eyes pop to his charms.

He was wearing a plain outfit, a grey top and a pair of black jeans, but he still looked dazzling. Russeli was not the kind that dresses up, he was a simple person although he was wealthy, and I love him for his simplicity.

"The meal is delicious." He said as he ate with a smile on his lips. An idea pops into my head and I sip my wine slowly, leaning back on my chair.

"My maid prepared it." I said while staring at his face for a reaction, and there it was the reaction I was expecting." Russeli paused the spoon to his lips and lifted his hands to his head as if he felt a thin prick, his brow furrowed and a line appeared between his brows. "Are you okay?" I ask in concern.

He left his head and nodded slowly as his gaze fell on me. "Yes, I just felt a slight headache, nothing to worry over." I was a bit worried but I decided to push it aside and continue my meal. "Can I ask you a question?"

I look up at him and for a moment I wonder what question he wanted to ask, I put my glass down. "Yes please." I wiped off my lips with a napkin and gave him my full attention.

He did not waste any time before going on with his question. "How did you come to be a musician, what prompted you?"

His question took me by surprise and I have to think before responding because I was not expecting him to ask me this. "It was my first love." My eyes bored into his and I looked at him like starlight, he was the person that made me dream of becoming a musician.

In the past, he has always told me I had a great voice and should become a musician, that he would help me and I was going to make the headlines if I started. He was the first person that believed in me.

"Your first love?" He raised his brow and stared at me curiously. I knew he wanted to hear more and I continued, hopefully, this should also add up to some of his broken pieces.

"Yes, he was a singer and he taught me how to sing, it was more like he made me sing." I flash him a smile when I remember the past when he would pull me out of my room, or sing me a song while I was singing and ask me to sing along with him. It was an awesome memory.

He touched his chin with the tip of his finger and I was uncertain of his gaze as he stared at me. "Who was that guy?' His question took me by surprise and I blinked. "Are you still with him?"

I looked away from his face and picked up my wine glass and downed the wine in it, before putting it down, I didn't want to look at him anymore since his eyes were still on me. "I can't tell you who it was, but we were separated after a car accident."

"A car accident?" He asked with a low voice that was filled with sympathy. I shoved food into my mouth in anger that I could still remember the accident and he didn't. I was almost on the verge of tears, but I still had to suppress it.

I wanted to just say yes and not say something else, but my determination to make him remember me couldn't shut up. "Yes. After the accident, I have not been able to reach him, they lied to me that he died." I sniffled and raised my eyes to stop the tears from fighting their way to flow.

"It must have been very difficult for you all these years." He was still staring at me with a line of pity on his face.

I wonder if I was more pitiful now, or if he was more pitiful since he can't even remember any of the accident or who he had loved, to me he was the sorry one and for a moment I wish he never remembers all that, since remembering it will hurt him more.

"It has been difficult, but I made music my companion." I exhaled softly and looked up, the stars were twinkling and they brought back the melody of the music Russeli sang to me about stars. "What about you?"

He looked at the bottom of his glass and held it as he stirred the wine in it. "I grew up to know music." He smiles and looks at me.

"A loved one must have prompted you," I told him, waiting if he could remember anything, and it took a long silence before he opened his lips.

"It was my mother." His voice was hoarse, he was not looking at me, but I knew there must be sadness, it was because of speaking about his mother that had brought us close. "But she is dead." He exhaled sharply.

It was still vivid the way he cried in his room that night, his sadness when he told me how his mother had died, not that I regret asking him that question. "It is alright, I know how I may feel now." He looked at me and he squinted.

I could see a bit of curiosity so I got up from the chair I sat in and flashed him a smile. "Instead of being filled with sorrows, why don't we dance and drink together." I blink waiting for his response.

A smile spread through his face as he got up and looked at me with a glint in his eyes. "Natasha Wilbur, your heart is beautiful." He said softly and took the initiative to hold my hands, my heart became warm.

This was the first time I felt warmth after four years. He pulled me to himself and he held my waist and I placed my hands on his shoulder. This was a romantic position, and I felt happy but was still sad since he only saw me at this moment as Natasha Wilbur.

A classic music was now playing as we walk 8n the field, I could smell the fragrance of his perfume and aftershave, he was a bit taller than me, a very handsome and awesome size of of a man, his shoulders were broad and his muscles were tight, surely he must have been working out too.

I closed my eyes and imagined dancing with him in a ballroom, just the two of us, with eyes staring at us with admiration. This was so peaceful, the feeling felt mutual, but it wasn't, I was only imagining things.

We danced for a while and went ahead drinking as we sat next to each other, downing glasses of wine. I was taking mine lightly, but he was staring at me and not knowing he was already taking many drinks.

He leans his chin to his hands and stares at me with distant eyes. "I too, I don't know what is wrong with me, where those emotions I had for just that song I sang for years ago came from, I am a little bit confused as to why?"

I knew he was drunk at the moment, but I didn't want to stop him from speaking as I watched him continue. "I tried to think back, but everything seems blank, I can't find anything, not even a clue." I could see his eyes get wet and his brow knitted and it almost brought tears to my eyes.

"But...why was it only one song?" I lifted one finger for me to see. "Why was I filled with emotions? I just listened to that one song, who was with me then, who did I sing that song to... who did I love for just one year?" I watched tears roll down his eyes and my heart was in a mess.

My heart and head were in a mess and my tears also rolled. "You did love someone, it was for a short while...it made us separate, that made us like this.."

He cups my face with his hands and I blink as I look up at him, his eyes on my face as they follow my tears that stream down my cheek. "Why are you crying?" He asked in a soft voice as he touched my tears.

I sniffled, I knew he was drunk and wouldn't remember anything after drinking, he was still the Russeli I knew in the past. "I will make you remember me Russeli, I will do everything to make it happen." My eyes bored into his eyes.

He was still holding my cheek but shook his head. "I must be imagining things, this must be a dream right?" He raised his brow and relaxed them again. "Since it is a dream then..."

His expression changed and I saw his eyes darted to my lips and then my eyes and down my lips again as he leaned closer and I couldn't stop him in time as his lips touched mine, I blinked and my eyes dilated.

This reminded me of the past, just like this, was this fate playing another trick on us, what was this.

He leaned back and looked at my shocked expression. "If it is a dream, then when you wake up, don't ever remember this one," I said softly and went for a real and better kiss and he took control as the moonlight shone its beams around us.