Lush melodies drew her to the door of the lounge, the friendly smiles enticed her inside. Once upon a time, these very faces had sniffed in disdain and snubbed her in the politest way possible. After all, disagreeable public behaviour was so gauche.
“Lady Laureline, it’s a pleasure to have you here.”
“My dear, how lovely to see you again.”
“So glad to meet you, Madame.”
Years ago, she’d been a topic of much interest, or scandal if one was honest. Coming from a foreign land, she’d already caught their eyes, like exotic pets one could marvel over or dissect. But the whirlwind love affair with their resident bad-boy and the subsequent break in romantic entanglements had set many-a-tongues wagging. Yet here she was, the widow of an esteemed man twenty-five years her senior and welcomed with the respect due to her station as a peer.
“I knew someday you would come back.” The velvety voice, unchanged by the years, still made a shiver run down her spine. Laureline turned to find him sliding beside her on the drinks counter, fedora tilted back to gaze at her with his electrifying gaze.
She could reply in umpteen ways, but it could never change their past.
“So, I am to believed that you were waiting for me all these years?” She smirked, sipping her Champagne. Sitting next to this man, even after almost a decade, felt just like yesterday; when the juggernaut of their love seemed enough to conquer the world.
Watching the sharp gazes they drew over the course of a drink, he suggested walking over to the club’s backyard, overlooking the tennis court.
“One can’t capture sand with bare fists. The tighter you hold, faster they flow, stinging your eyes as they escape.” Laureline’s smile was bittersweet, though her tone seemed light. Years later, it hurt less than it had; when she’d realised that their eventual marriage would only bring pain and loneliness.
As the strings of the orchestra opened their song, floating through the open windows, they regarded each other. Hands clasped, feet found their rhythm and they twirled. Not another word was exchanged, yet they spoke all night long.
A love, lost to time, rose once again. Swirling in the air, it gave its last flicker of spark, before fading into the dark.
For First Line Friday hosted by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Your line for this week is: Lush melodies drew her to the door of the lounge, the friendly smiles enticed her inside.
Inspired by Fandango’s Dog Days of August- Lost Love.