This is my first fanfiction! I absolutely love black butler so please enjoy.
DISCLAIMER- I do not own Black Butler or any of it's characters besides the narraror.
There are thousands of mirrors but my eyes are glued to one. I stand in front of the tall object which shows reflection. My mother stands behind me, tying the black strings of my fake corset. And I was now staring at the floor beneath my heels.
When she finishes, she steps to my left and slowly slides a finger underneath my chin. Lifting it up gracefully so I could see the young lady in front of me. "Oh. So delightful. " she said.
I made a tsk sound with my tongue. "Mom you don't have to talk like them. It's only a ball." I said. My blue eyes still staring at the girl in the mirror. She wore a victorian ball gown. Sky blue with ruffles and ribbons at the sides. On the chest piece of her V-necked corset was a navy blue with black stripes. She wore shoulder sleeves that draped beautifully down her pale thin shoulders. White eblow gloves to cover up her exposed skin.
I reached my arm up, her movements mirrored mine and she smiled just as I did. "Thanks mom." I said and fixed a brown colored curl that laid peacfully over my collar bone. "You're welcome hun. Now c'mon, the musics' start'n."
She took my hand and led me down the victorian themed hallway. I looked over the balcony at all the couples waltzing gracefully. It was the annual ball. This year's theme was 1800s Britain. Last years was 1400s France. My mother led me down the steps of gold. "Now Rayne, go find yourself a partner I'll be on the lift to find your dad." She whispered in my ear.
"Elevator mom." I corrected her in a playful tone.