Sherlock Holmes: The Lover's Quarrel
Chapter 1
"Evening Miss Arber," I hear for the hundredth time that night as I nod in acknowledgment, sitting with my parents James and Michelle next to the Queen of England.
"Please, dear, try to look like you're enjoying this Masquerade Ball",
My mother says for at least the fourth time that night.
"Yes mother,"
I answer sitting up and smiling at the last few people there to meet me if even for a minute.
Later that night I'm walking around the outside of the dance floor watching the different splashes of color spin and flow.
"Excruciatingly boring night that's what this is,"
I smirk turning to see two men by the door seeming to be arguing.
"Finally someone I can agree with," I mumble walking over,
"Evening gentlemen,"
I say smiling pleasantly at them.
"Evening miss,"
The older one, with light crew cut hair says as the leaner one with dark curly hair just glances at me before asking,
"Care to dance Miss Arber?"
I sigh replying,
"Of course Mr. Holmes".
As we walk onto the dance floor he says,
"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours."
I smile as we start to dance saying,
"Your suit and your mask...both plain yet sophisticated."
His mouth quirks up into a small smile,
"Correct," he nods continuing,
"Both your attitude and dress told me who you are,"
I quirk my head in question,
"Bored and matching your parents."
I give a small laugh
"Correct as ever, sir."
We bow to each other as the song ends and I grin pulling him out of the Ballroom around the hall corner before sitting down cracking up in a fit of giggles.
"What may I ask is so funny?" Sherlock asks me about my laughing fit as his mouth quirks up into a smile.
"Watch the doors," is all I say before glancing around the corner to see four burly men in dark black suits come bursting from the ballroom speaking frantically into their sleeves.
"Split up and search the castle quickly," one of them says to the others as they hurry in different directions, "her parents say if we can't find her this time we're through!"
"I giggle pushing Sherlock back through a certain door before walking over to a dressing curtain and closing it around myself before (and then) saying "Mind handing me the outfit on the chair there?"
"You mean the black skinny jeans and snow white t-shirt here?" he asks picking up said clothes and handing them over the curtain.
"Those exactly thank you," I say changing out of my scarlet dress.
"Well," I ask as I walk out from changing, "how do I look?"
