I think I need to revise my goals. Writing everyday is a bit ambitious with all that i have going on. I'll shoot for once a week until I have more time!
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It was so stuffy at the ball Faith had to sneak outside just
for a few moments. No one would really notice her leave anyway. She was dressed
as a mermaid. Her costume was very innocent compared to others she had seen. No
wonder masquerades weren’t considered appropriate for debutantes. This costume
however was not a smart choice. It hurt to breathe. She had to remember to give
Jen a few words for lacing her up so tight.
She leaned her head against the column just outside the patio
door and tried to catch a calming breath. The cool fresh air settling on her
skin sending little shivers down her spine, a welcome respite from the heat of
the crush inside. What a big disappointment this night turned out to be. She
couldn’t figure out who anybody was, well other than Lizzie and James of
course, naturally they came together. And then there was the host and hostess,
Lord and Lady Folcroft, dressed as Adam and Eve complete with a red apple. What
a sight that was! She was just so disappointed. Lucius had not made an
appearance and John her best gentleman friend was not there either. She tried
to stay seated near Aunt Davinia but was expertly foisted into a dance with
Lord Stanthorpe’s second son. What a waste all her preparation had been. She
had decided that this was the most beautiful she had ever looked. I took hours
to create the cascade of ebony curls that fell down her back and to apply all
the little bits of shimmer to her face around her mask to conceal her true
identity. Her costume was a dress that Madame Fountaine had made especially for
her. It was a frothy sea green creation that hugged the full length of her body,
appeared to expose a generous expanse of her bossom and flared at her feet to
mimic flippers. All night she had to repel the advances of lasivicious old men.
“Surely a beautiful lady like yourself shouldn‘t be out here
all alone,” rasped a deep voice. Faith gasped and spun around to find herself
in a dark corner with an unidentified stranger. She tried to still her beating
heart. She really shouldn’t be out here alone but the cool quiet lure of the
dark patio had called her. She looked over her shoulder at the door no one
seemed to notice them. For the moment she appeared safe from scandal at
least.
She tried to look into his eyes, what color were they? He
seemed so familiar but she couldn’t be sure. He waited for her response looking
at her expectantly. She had a feeling that he wasn’t dangerous and relaxed a
bit.
“I’m sorry but do I know you?” she asked.
He had a knowing smile that was very wicked. “Of course I am
your knight in shining armor. I’ve come to rescue you from boredom and offer
you this dance.” With that he bowed in front of her and waited for her to take
his hand.
Who was he? Had he been watching her all night?
“I’m sorry but I don’t dance very well.” She lied.
“Nonsense, your exquisite curves were meant to be held against
mine. Come let me show you.” His eyes were so intense. Faith grabbed his
extended arm and walked into him without even a thought. It was as if she was
caught in a spell. He was a remarkable dancer. He lead and she followed. “My
lovely Siren,” he breathed into her ear, “I want nothing more than to taste
your lips.”
She went weak. What was happening to her body? It was not
under her control. This was no dance it was more like an embrace. She kept her
head down on his shoulder. He smelled so masculine. Like horses and cigars.
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