Who: Bethany Chandakar and Rafael Loyola When: March 9, 2049 at lunch time. Where: Hotel Loyola Rating: PG Summary: Bethany meets her intended for the first time while she tries to pretend she's not scared of him. Warnings: None that I know of!
It had taken some effort, but she’d found the hotel on time. Finding the hotel had been the easy part. It was working up the nerve to show up that had taken all the effort. Not showing up wasn’t an option though. Bethany had too strong of a sense of commitment to not follow through. Bethany never went back on her word. That was the only reason her feet were moving and bringing her closer and closer to the hotel. The sound of her heels clicking on the sidewalk drummed loudly in her ears. Each step rang with doom. One would think she was walking towards the executioner rather than her fiancé. She had to calm down. This was just a simple lunch date. A simple lunch date to meet the stranger who was to be her husband and father her child. A simple lunch date to plan the very public and lavish wedding that was going to be handled by people she didn’t know. Oh god. She needed a drink. But not much of one; there were already plenty of ways to make herself look foolish, she didn’t need to get drunk on top of all that.
Bethany had been preparing for this since the date had been arranged. She’d gone through every article of clothing she owned in hopes of finding something that was dressy enough but not too dressy and flattering as well. Normally, she’d just don one of her sari’s and be done with it. She didn’t feel a sari would be the appropriate choice for this meeting though. Most of the sari’s she owned were quite colorful and bright, and they made her stand out like a sore thumb since saris weren’t traditional over here. They also bared her midriff, and at this point in time, she wanted to keep as much of her skin covered as possible. Like most girls, she was self conscious about her appearance, and the idea of baring her stomach in front of someone who spent so much time around women who had much more to flaunt and were quite proud of their bodies made her somewhat ill. Her choice for today was a simple cream colored dress with a scooped neckline and it cinched at the waist line beneath a soft gold band. Below that was a flowy skirt that fell just above her knee. She had a pair of soft gold heels on her feet and a thin gold anklet that had groups of small bells that tinkled quietly as she walked. She wore a thin strand of pearls around her neck and a pair of pearl studs in her ears. It was all very simple, but very tasteful. She wore her hair pulled back in an elegant loose knot that rested at the nape of her neck and her make up was very subtle and natural looking. She did her best to dress in a way she hoped he’d find pleasing and up to his standards.
She entered the hotel before she gave herself a chance to spook, and approached the restaurant, mentally trying to pump herself up for this. Girls were supposed to be excited about their weddings right? And by the sound of it, she was going to get the big princess wedding that so many girls dreamed off. She had so many reasons to be excited right now.
She gave the hostess her name, and woman told her that he was here and had been expecting her. That made her nervous; she hoped he hadn’t been waiting too long. The hostess led her towards the rear of the restaurant, farther and farther away from the big lunch crowd towards a more secluded area of the restaurant. She was going to meet the man that was going to become her husband. She hoped to God she didn’t throw up on him.