“You’re making a scene, sweetheart.” Ophelia whispered through a gritted smile at Nathanial, her fiancé of only eight months. Pain surged as his strong hand tightly clutched onto her wrist above a gold rimmed plate on a pristine dining table. Worried eyes and arched brows were cast their way at the exclusive Milan restaurant. Soft murmurs began to linger though a tension filled atmosphere this duo had created. Their relationship was turbulent no less but damn-was it fiery. Once that massive diamond ring slid on her finger was when this dashing older fellow became less romantic and more possessive, however. He was forty seven-nearly twice her age but resembled a smoldering Daniel Craig. Instead of dating the typical arrogant young male entrepreneurs she choose stability instead for once but things are not always what they seem.

Lately his jealous rages had begun to turn slightly aggressive with pulls and shoves, though nothing more than that. Tonight was the first time he had caused physical discomfort; surely this would bruise her fair skin. “Nathan, please.” She nearly whimpered while staring pleadingly into frenzied filled eyes. A kind of look she had never seen before from him…a look that could kill, and that’s when he suddenly let go. His anger vanishing just as rapidly as it emerged. “I’ll meet you upstairs in the suite alright, we can talk there.” She suggested before elegantly rising and planting a ginger kiss on his lightly wrinkled forehead. Nathanial faintly nodded while reaching for his after dinner drink in a crystal snifter glass like nothing had even happened. 

Ophelia flashed a fake smile at the guests in the room while exiting to the nearest elevator, smoky hues glazing over with tears all the while. One managed to cascade down her rouged cheek as her manicured finger pushed the button to the 200th floor. Feelings of fear and confusion were running through her mind while ascending up the many levels. Sometime during the travel she must have fallen asleep against the marbled wall. A quaint elevator ding awoke the drowsy woman who felt the night’s alcohol beginning to take an effect, and she shook her head before stepping out to make way inside the expensive suite. 

She poured a glass a wine after letting herself in and waited for the unwanted company on the ivory sofa. Honestly not looking forward to rekindling this feud that would surely start right where it had previously left off but hours passed it seemed. With still no sign of her fiancé glossy eyes looked at the empty bottle before drifting off to a lightly tipsy slumber. Something startled the model awake soon after, a sudden shadow blocking out the light. Nathanial was standing over her limp body wearing a distantly void expression. It was much different from the one in the restaurant downstairs. No words exchanged before he reached down to cradle her, softly pulling her body forward into an embrace. Sighing lightly, Ophelia felt relieved that he was not angry and began to open her mouth to speak before a sharp sensation drove into her side. 

Literally stabbed in the back Ophelia could feel her life essence flowing from her as he continued to express his hatred. This was a very intimate killing and a very brutal way to die. She felt everything until adrenaline kicked in. Why are you doing this to me? She thought while resisting but her struggles were futile and her screams were silent to her assailant. Descending into an almost tranquil demise she never turned her gaze away from him until the world itself disappeared in a haze. 

Dark eyes fluttered open and hands instantly roamed over her torso and lower back in panic to discover no holes or blood seeping down her flesh or canary yellow outfit. It was not until after this discovery that her senses took in this new location. So bright and bursting with life, Ophelia could not help but let her gaze follow the voices coming from behind her. A group discussing questions she herself had, and she desired to join in and ask a few herself. Before meeting this odd crowd she took a moment to adjust, still traumatized from the vision or dream. Not knowing how to feel or act she decided to play a façade as she always did. Don’t shed a tear; don’t think about it she chanted in the back of her head before finally being able to push forward. 

Her [url=http://imgfave.com/view/3152940?c=165650]designer baby doll cocktail dress[/url] remained intact though not exactly attire she would have chosen for such an entrance. None-the-less she was going to be greeting everyone in formal apparel instead of a Victoria’s Secret sleeping shirt, thank the goddess. Ophelia quickly gauged the situation and stood to walk but her platform heels kept sinking into the dirt with each step. Impulsively she kicked them off and strolled through warm blades of grass barefoot with French manicured toes. The notion of leaving behind a pair of 5,000 dollar shoes meant absolutely nothing at that moment. She had to figure out how to leave and get back to work immediately and turn her fiancé in for attempted manslaughter. After all, she loved her life. 

“Um, blessed be everyone and sorry to interrupt-but any small chance this group knows the way out? I mean, it’s a lovely place and all but…I, can’t possibly stay here. We, can’t…right?” Ophelia asked in a hopeful yet quizzical tone because she did not believe in places like heaven so, an exit must be plausible.