Primavera

Eliza had not had a night like this for a long time. Alessandra knew how to throw an opening party. It was a bit of deja vu because she and Oscar had been to openings together before, including the infamous one in Shanghai when they realized they were deeply in love…

Tonight she danced with him, the music moved through them as Alessandra joined them. Their arms held each other up like a fragment of Botticelli’s Primavera. Jeanne had gone back to Alessandra’s house with Bibi, which she was so kind to share with them even though they were staying at a hotel. That allowed Eliza to be on the dance floor with them as a part of a threesome, until Oscar and Alessandra floated away their arms still up in the air. Eliza continued to move to the pounding beat of the music.

He appeared, and she was not even sure where he came from, but he was gorgeous and moving to the pounding beat that seemed intuitive to him. The enticing new man smiled at her, and it was like discovering electricity throughout her body.

“You are a really good dancer, I saw you with Alessa—are you one of her muses?” he asked.

“No!” She burst out laughing. “Are you?”

He blinked rapidly before he shook his head.

“Not anymore…”

“Oh, well you are beautiful…”

Eliza bit her lip.

“So are you…so are you…” he repeated surveying her entire body. Eliza could have been offended, but she was not.

They moved into a single rhythm, as they danced together. Pounded together really. She was damp with sweat. The sweat even blinded her, as she felt his hands on her hips and she moved with him.

“Eliza!” Alessandra came over with Oscar whose arms were folded across his chest. “You have met Emmanuel!”

Eliza did not know his name, but she could not deny that she had indeed met him.

Emmanuel nodded at her, and walked away with Alessandra.

“You could practice some self-control!” Oscar snapped at her, taking her hand. “You are someone’s mother sweating on the dancefloor with a man you do not even know!”

“”Well I was dancing with you two, what does that make me?”

Oscar looked enraged, Eliza was not sure why and she wanted no part of it as she walked off the dancefloor.

“Eliza!” he called, but she did not turn around.

“Leaving so soon?” Emmanuel put his hand on her hips again and Eliza looked up at him, her mouth open as she tried to decide what she was going to do.

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