Love comes along
By: Justina Ray Snyder
Aurora was pacing around her room. She could hear the guests laughing and the dance music floating up the stairs. It had only been a weeks since her mother and fathers deaths, she was uneasy.
She was staying with her fathers dearest friend, whom was also her godfather and his six sons.
Aurora sat down on the edge of the bed, taking deep breaths. She counted out 20 long breaths and got up and opened the door, she walked out. She paused out for a minuet, then closed the door and headed down the hall to the stairs, going to the unknown.
Guests were everywhere. Men in black jackets and white gloves, some men in military uniforms. The women were waring an array of colors and gowns that fell cascading to the floor. Aurora didn't know if she could do this. To her the grief of losing her parents was all still too new. What would Mama and Papa say if I turned back right now and left the party? Aurora asked herself as she walked and stopped at the top of the stairs. She was fighting a battle within herself. Aurora stamped her foot with a last final decision.
" It will not be easy for me. But i can't sit a round and be melancholy."
With that she began to descend the stairs. Meanwhile in the ballroom of the LaPointe household the guest were waiting for Aurora to arrive.
" Père, do you think zat Aurora will be okay tonight?"Marque asked his father.
Monsieur LePointe turned to his son he drained what he had left of his champagne. " Oui, elle sera à cent pour cent allez bien, elle a la volonté de sa mère et l'esprit de son père. Yes she will be one hundred percent alright she has the will of her mother and the wit of her father."
At that moment all the commotion stopped in the room. Aurora was standing at the door.
The announcer stood tall and introduced her, " Miss Aurora Mayweather."
All eyes followed Aurora as she walked to Monsieur LaPoint. So far she had reached him completly uninvolved.