The mirror is lying
L.M: Guess who took a break long enough to turn seventeen :3
Yeah, no one cares; anyway I was writing different prompts for myself when this idea literally smacked me in the face.
I don't own katekyo hit man reborn.
Italics for day dreaming/ dreaming
"Did you hear the news?"
The quite chatter of maids and the distinct sound of a tea cup reuniting with its plate.
Holding back a sigh (seeing as sighing wasn't very appropriate in the presence of company) Bianchi mentally prepared herself to sit through another round of gossip.
Almost all of their conversations started in such a manner.
"What news?"
Needing no more of an invitation then the one presented, Haru began to fill her in.
"They say lord Spade is attending the ball next week,"
It seemed she'd get the chance to tease Elena soon.
"-and he's supposedly not coming alone, there's been talk of him bringing friends from some place far away!"
Interest mildly sparked, the lavender haired young woman motioned her friend to continue.
And continue she did.
By the time the parted ways the sun had lowered considerably.
The soft summer breeze tempted her to linger just a bit longer, her mind told her otherwise.
Seeing as she was a girl of wit she made her way home.
Later that evening after dinner (which had a slightly strained atmosphere due to her hot headed younger brother and equally hot headed though more mature father) Bianchi found herself seated in front of her vanity, brush in hand and day dream on her mind.
Fine silks of all colors twirled about as women danced, only pausing to change partners when the dance required it.
The sound of music wafted from the back of the huge and elaborately decorated ballroom.
She yearned to join the dance, the music was oh so tempting.
Mesmerized by the sights and sounds, she failed to notice the dashing young gentleman until she felt his presence beside her.
He smiled, mouth posed to ask her something and-
CRASH!
Not again, they had just replaced that vase down the hall…
Mama wouldn't be happy about this….
Deciding to stay scarce for the rest of the night Bianchi stood and closed her bedroom door before yawning.
Bed time it is then.
As she crawled into bed, she failed to notice the odd glinting of her vanity mirror.
L.M: Yes it's short, I am aware :/
Anyhoo, review and I might continue.
If not this'll just sit right here ._.