True Colors

"White color!" my sister answers emphatically as we settle down for supper, to my mom's genuine question as she phrases it. My mother always encourages Jules, my sister in verbal interactions again, as she calls it. So now, she wants Jules to get fluent at colors, which shall be a good thing except they'll have to look into its frequency well...

She makes out "white" and "red" well, and these days those are all the words she uses! I'm sure that wasn't mom's idea of "verbal interactions"

"and...tell me what color is my dress?" another "genuine question" from mom. At the moment, I can read my father's face so clearly, as if his expressions are talking to me. And as he gives my mom a glance, I'm positive he wasn't deliberately excited to have conversations about "colors" all along his anniversary evening...

"Darling princess', why don't you both explore the glory of this resort by the time we have the food served for us?" There! he said it...that was our cue to leave. Jules is too young to read social cues though...she giggles, glad by the praise and holds my hand - ready to walk her.

We see a beautiful couple on our way, who apparently take their seats on the table right next to ours. "They remind me of us" my mom mouths to my dad and they both blush.

The young lady had a remarkably interesting face which spoke of royalty, her outfit did too. She wore a long gorgeous burgundy gown and opera gloves, her hair was in a bun with few strands intentionally left loose. The man was out of my sight soon...or was nearby but went unnoticed after her charm. I knew, again where my sister's eyes were - the RED wine glass in the lady's hand. She was waiting for me, hopefully, to ask her which color it was, the way mom did. But I didn't. Instead, I walked her past the dining area and straight into the balcony - with wide range of colors excluding red and white which she knew well.

 But by the time we were heading back to our table-

 Things weren't in place. They were and at the same time they weren't. The enthusiasm in the air had faded away.

My mom and dad were too engrossed in their conversations to notice the tension of the hour. 

Five to six people had surrounded the table next to ours. Faces of each reflecting concern and horror. The couple was nowhere in sight. The lady's body was...

Her right hand lay on the table loosely holding a knife, the wrist of her left hand- bleeding.

The man wasn't present there, or anywhere near. I was horrified by the scene, so much that I'd forgotten my sister wasn't even supposed to see this!

But as I turned towards her, her expressions were nowhere near horrified. Then, I looked at the body and blinked- once, then twice to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. Nope, I wasn't. From Jule's perspective, the lady was hidden by the table in front of her. "She saw nothing," the voice in my mind said and it repeated as I relieved a sigh of relief. What I didn't know was that the left bleeding hand with a wine glass in it was still IN her vision. 

As all the thoughts suddenly in-fluxed my brain, I froze. Practically FROZE! Jules then said something under her breath, too low for me to hear. "What?" I managed to get the word out from my mouth somehow and it startled both of us.

"Glass- black!" she pointed. And my brain effortlessly filled in the gaps.

Red wine glass SPIKED black...by someone...