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He needed some air. He could barely breathe with the amount of perfume some of the ladies wore surrounding him. While he knew his father wouldn’t approve of his disappearance, he didn’t care at that moment, sneaking out a side door and onto an empty balcony.
Taking a large gulp, he exhaled slowly, glad his headache had already begun to recede. He doubted they’d miss him all that much. Most of the partygoers only cared about buttering up his father for one favor or another. His only mission was to make his father look good. Mission accomplished, he supposed.
Moving toward the stone railing, he leaned over and got a glimpse of the massive grounds below, admiring the landscaping below. He wondered if the gardeners were allowed mistakes. He doubted it since not a flower or bush seemed out of place. He fought the urge to test his theory, but he kept himself in check. He didn’t want someone else paying for his actions.
Sighing, he prepared to head back inside for another few hours of drollery within the large ballroom.
He didn’t quite make it as a feminine voice called to him.
“Hello, handsome,” Ladybug said as she landed on the railing behind him. Her blue eyes gleamed in the evening light as she glanced at him with amusement sparkling in her eyes. “Having fun?”
“Tons. Don’t you know fashion designers are the best partiers?” He couldn’t help the teasing note in his voice as he regarded her.
She giggled, jumping down from the railing to lean against it. “I’m sure.”
Not wanting her to go, he moved closer, leaning next to her, as he asked, “So, what brought you here tonight?”
She shrugged her shoulders even as she smiled. “A little birdy might’ve hinted you’d be here tonight. Thought I might check on you, you know?”
“Aww, you do care. That’s sweet, bugaboo.” He nudged her with his shoulder, his usual playful grin out in full force. “I wish I could join you on a run.”
“Maybe the party won’t last much longer. We could meet at our favorite spot? Take our run then?” She chanced a peek at the doors, noting the numbers within slowly dwindling down. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll get to leave a little sooner than you think.”
He looked where she did, his grin widening even more. “Yeah, who knows?”
Fiddling with her yo-yo, she turned to him and whispered, “Don’t forget our run, Kitty?”
She kissed him on the cheek and shooed him back inside before she swung away with a tiny wave and a saucy wink.
“Oh, I’m so gonna marry that girl someday,” he whispered, watching until she disappeared from his view.
With renewed energy, he turned toward the crowd inside and put on his best smile, counting down the minutes until he could run alongside the woman of his dreams.