Chapter 25

Dashtan blew out a few candles that were stuck on a large rectangular cake. Everyone at the party applauded after the man blew out all the candles. Dashtan looked at the people at the party with a smile; he left Rakia to stare at the end with eyes full of meaning for a feeling still burning inside him. That passion settled inside him like chlorine at the bottom of a water barrel. He was waiting for someone to lift it and bring it to the surface. Rakia noticed the man’s gaze on her, which made her immediately sit up and squirm slowly in her chair. As if Dashtan’s passion was connected to her, she could still feel the man in several spots on her body. The incident in the elevator a few moments ago was a second beautiful mistake. Rakia turned her face away from Dashtan towards the dish before her. She rolled her eyes as her other self said that the incident in the elevator was the most beautiful mistake. She slowly sipped the champagne, filling the glass stemware on her table. Her mouth and throat burned as she sipped the drink. She was not used to drinking such drinks, so she only took two sips and called the waiter to give her orange juice.