Leanna by Miu

Zhander fingers tapped his knee, impatience written all over his face.

What's taking her so long? Is she alright?

He was about to storm the toilet when a pair of flawless hands circled his arm.

"Hon, how about we dance? Do you remember? This is our tune . . ." Saoirse smiled at him, eyes droopy and tone flirty. She leaned in closer to him, her full breasts clamping his arm.

He shot her a look laced with disgust and pulled his arm from her grasped. He stood to his feet and made his way into the toilet.

He was angry and frustrated. He planned this night for him and Leanna alone, just the two of them. The moment he saw the unwanted guests at his reserved table, they should have left then and there.

His mood brightened a little when he remembered about the call. He made an on the spot reservation at Backyard Garden, a famous lovers' restaurant. A peaceful candlelight dinner for the two of them, that was his first plan. But he also wanted Leanna to experience the nightlife in New York. Thinking her age would enjoy the merry atmosphere than an awkward romantic dinner, he went for the second option.

Now all was messed up.

I should have gone with my first plan.

"You don't look so good, Zhander."

A voice like a cheerful harp brought him back to reality.

His eyes zeroed on the charming young girl, who was blocking his way.

Shoulder length curly white hair. Big sparkling crystal emerald eyes. Small, proud nose with cherry-like pouty lips. Smooth pale skin, so pale like she was glowing in the dark.

Estela Fay

"What are you doing here? Do your parents know that you're here?"

Estela shrugged her shoulders, pouting like a spoiled Princess that she is. "No." She then threw him a meaningful smile. "But my brother knows I'm here."

He cursed.

It didn't take a genius to guess what happened.

He rushed in the toilet, but Estela blocked his way –– again.

"I'm actually on my way to tell you something, but since you're already here, saves me the trouble." She beamed, which he reciprocated with a glare.

"Move, little Stela. I'm in a hurry," he said through the space of his clenching teeth, trying hard not to shout at her.

"Even if you charge in there, you won't find Leanna anymore. My brother already took her away." She crossed her arms and tilted her head, looking all cute. "Right! I was going to tell you that you don't have to worry about her. My brother will take her home."

She smiled sweetly and walked past him, skipping some steps.

He smelled her natural scent of fresh green apples as she passed him, and his rampaging emotions halted in an instant. He ignored her and dialed Leanna's number, but then realized that she didn't bring anything with her.

Damn it!

He was going to mobilize their family's secret troops to bring Leanna back to him when his father called.

"Zhander, come home. We've prepared a celebratory feast for you."

"Dad, not now. I have some––"

"Your Grandfather is here."

He paused.

After a moment, he took a deep breath and sighed.

"Alright . . ."