Golden

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Her cello hummed flawlessly as she drew the bow across its strings.

Tuesday had come quickly, a night of relatively little rest giving way to yet another beginning.

Dr. Drewitt stood behind her, advising and correcting her movements.

They were working on one of the pieces she was to play at the Winter Gala.

The song was structurally complicated with a difficult tempo.

Nothing she couldn't handle, though.

Enid held her breath as Dr. Drewitt's hand grasped her arm, adjusting her hold on the bow.

His hands were so large they probably could have wrapped around her arm twice.

The session flew by as she memorized the music notes before her.

By the end, she was able to play through the entire piece without looking at the music sheets once.

"Brilliant. Your talent still astonishes me every time you play." His praise setting her cheeks aflame.

"Thank you, sir." Enid responded shyly.

She had never known what to do when receiving compliments.

Her father had always poked fun at her for that.

"Well, I suppose we should get ready for the fundraising event. Did you bring a change of shoes?" He teased, smirking down at her well-loved white sneakers.

Enid held the classy sandals up in response with a grin.

"Perfect. Let's head to my office. Our evening attire is ready for us there." His deep, musical voice washing over her.

His hand found its way to the small of her back, guiding her out of the concert hall.

The cold Massachusetts air didn't bother her in the slightest as the warmth of his hand bled through her jacket and sweater.

His office was in the arts building to the right of the concert hall they came from.

As he held open the door for her to enter the building, she was astonished by the impressive artwork displayed throughout the entrance atrium.

She did her best to glance around at the paintings before they entered his office.

Dr. Drewitt's office was warm and cozy and stepping inside of it was like entering another world.

Dozens of instruments were scattered around the room, hanging on the walls or stored on the bookshelves.

His violin hung proudly behind his desk and she felt as though she should hold her breath.

Something about the room felt sacred.

As though it were a physical extension of him.

So caught up in her observations, she was startled to find that he had already retrieved their outfits from the closet to the left of the doorway.

Her dress was secured carefully in a black zipped bag.

Dr. Drewitt hung it on a hook by a floor length mirror in the corner.

"I'll step out and let you get changed." He said as he exited the room and shut the door softly.

Enid tugged her sweater over her head, trying to keep her curls from tangling.

Stepping out of her jeans, she folded both articles neatly before tucking them into her backpack.

Coming to stand before the garment bag, she carefully pulled down the zipper.

A small rush of air fell from her lips as she took in the enchanting dress.

The top was stain with a plunging neckline, a simple bow separating it from the gorgeous tulle that formed the skirt.

It was a beautiful sunflower yellow, nearly gold.

With trembling fingers, she lifted it from the hanger and carefully stepped into it.

Pulling the straps over her shoulders, she watched as her reflection transformed.

Even unzipped, the dress hugged her small chest as though it was made for her.

The soft satin complimented her fair skin and auburn hair, the golden tones matching those in her curls.

Reaching behind her, she tried to pull up the zipper and failed.

She stretched her arms back as far as she could go and pulled until her arms began to cramp.

Sighing in embarrassment, she realized her only option.

She walked carefully over to the door, poking her head out to the hallway where Dr. Drewitt waited.

He was leaning back against the wall, his long legs crossed and stretching out before him.

His body now clad in a delectable tux, complete with a golden satin bowtie to match her gown.

Her heart stuttered to a stop as she tried not to drool over the forbidden man before her.

Curse him for being so inhumanely attractive.

"Erm, I need your help." Enid practically whispered to him.

"What's wrong, angel? Do you not like the dress?" He asked as he entered his office and shut the door behind them.

"No, no," she shook her head frantically, "I absolutely love it. Thank you so much. I just can't zip it up on my own."

Turning back to stand before the mirror, she showed the issue to him.

She watched their reflections as he came to stand behind her, his eyes amber eyes dark as night.

His expression nearly ravenous as he drank in the sight before him.

Her alabaster skin exposed to him, free of imperfections.

Small freckles dusted across the tops of her shoulders, enticing him to lean in and press kisses onto each of them.

Enid's heart beat erratically as the intimidating man stared reverently at her.

His hands reached up, one coming to rest on her hip as the other reached for the zipper.

As he pulled it up her back, his fingers brushed along her bare skin.

Up her spine his fingers ran, goosebumps chasing behind them.

As he finished, she stared at their reflections in the mirror.

Enid trembled.

He stood closely behind her, enough so that the heat of his body radiated toward her.

"Enchanting." His dark, smoky voice murmured into her ear as his eyes devoured her.

She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

"Thank you." Her voice equally as soft, the blush visible on her chest as it spread toward her cheeks.

Enid felt as though she looked like someone else entirely.

Some princess from the books she loved as a child.

The girl looking back at her couldn't possibly be her.

Eyes vivid and shining with emotion, an appealing flush bringing her soft features to life.

Her small frame snug in the most gorgeous dress she had ever seen.

A god standing behind her, his honey eyes dark with things she could not understand.

For a moment, she thought it was a dream.

That she would wake up soon and be back in her childhood bedroom.

His caressing touch rid her of the idea as he gently brushed her hair over one shoulder.

"Time for the ball, my queen." He held his hand out to her with a smile.

Her fingers laced perfectly with his.

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All my love, Sappho ☼