Page 51 of My Broken Mate
I am done playing it safe!
Mission: Claim My Mate starts today!
Chapter fifteen
Look At Me!
*KAT*
“Kat, do you want something from the buffet?” Fi asks. “Everything looks so amazing. I need to grab some more.”
“As much as this gala terrifies me, the foodisnailing it,” Ayden agrees.
“You two go and grab something,” I tell them. “I will wait.”
Fi nods, while Ayden tosses me a surprised gaze.I didn’t even say I wanted to go for a second round of food.He links me.
I know, but please?
I secretly glance at Remy, who is currently sipping at a glass of wine and seems to be alone for a minute. Ayden understands immediately. “I wouldn’t mind one of those pastries they justbrought out,” he says all of a sudden. “And the dessert! Let’s go, Fiona.”
Fi beams. She looks an angel as usual, but with the dress and makeup, she manages to look more mature, something I know makes her incredibly happy. She is fine the way she is, but we all have our insecurities, and I am just happy for her that she is confident tonight. When Ayden and her walk towards the buffet, some of the unmated wolves even check her out.
Go, get them, Fi!
I remind myself that instead of worrying about my friends, I should worry about myself.
Marise, give me strength!
You can do it,Marise reassures me, clearly excited to finally get down to our mate-problem.
If only I had more experience with dating, then I could maybe give myself a push and find some courage. Maybe I should drink a glass or two, and then—
The moment I have that thought, I shake it off again. I am strong without anything giving me courage.
I am not weak.
People will still like me even when I make mistakes. They won’t hate me when I say no or when I feel exhausted from helping them with all their needs.
They will still like me.
Or, they won’t.
I shake my head once more to get rid of my intrusive thoughts. Do I really have to spiral into them now? I need to focus fully on Remy and grasp my chance to talk to him. It’s now or never, Kata!
Well, that might be an over exaggeration, because I will see him again for our next tutor session, but it’s different here at the gala with an atmosphere full of tension and everyone ready to mingle and party, and Remy being all on his own.
When I approach him, I feel my chest tightening. Goddess, he looks so handsome, it takes my breath away. But more than anything, I am drawn to his eyes. They are a dark shade of brown, so much so that they almost look black, and they have so much depth in them. I just want him to look at me, see me and acknowledge me.
I know he doesn’t smile much, but I want to be the person to make him smile. I want to make him happy, if only he’d let me.
“Hello, Remy,” I say, trying to sound steady and confident.
Remy is looking out of one of the huge windows and now shifts his body slightly in my direction. He doesn’t look at me fully, though, just pays me enough attention not to be considered impolite. My heart sinks at that realization.
Why doesn’t he look at me? Why does he never truly look at me? He never sees me. Even when he looks at me, it doesn’t feel like he truly sees me; it’s as though he looks past me.
“It’s lovely to meet you here. You look good,” I add, like the biggest idiot ever. I know I am just humiliating myself at this point, trying to push for a smile and a kind word, so desperately that I am lowering myself to new depths.
