A re post! Please give it a chance again. :) I didn't had a chance to finish again. Hope i got better the second time around. My First posts was only till Chapter 8. I'm working on the chapters again in my head, what was the whole story about. Be patient with me please? and i'm so open to critics. :)

i don't anything from the SON just this story.

Spencers Pov

The ball will be held in the gardens of Sir John Hancock. He's a very respectable man and his family owns a well renowned winery in California and a shipping business he had inherited from his late uncle. Most of his peers in the election despise him because everybody took a liking on him. He's genuineness to the people comes as a threat to them. When people like you, you are most likely to be voted on the congress. But Sir John Hancock was an admirable man before the congress and he knows that he'd be able to help more when he wins the election.

'Spencer? What will I lay out for you? The gold boustierre or the midnight blue silk?'. kyla queried.

Now kyla is my personal maid since I was 5. We are the same age and she's the daughter of our cook. But my father took her in so I have someone serving me always. She also studied like I did but to a lesser prestigious school but never the less she became every inch of a woman like in the class we are in. She is like my sister, to my brother as well, and best friend. Despite the lessons that she took she still has the roughness that her monsieurs can never smooth out and that's what one of the things like about her .

'Kyla, i don't know. You pick. I don't even want to go.' I said lazily while playing the grand piano in my den. i'm playing while I stare out to the night through my big window. I can see the lights in the garden that my mother demanded to be placed strategically. So when you look at it at night it looks like there are huge fire flies between the bushes of different kind of roses and flowers. I don't know how they did it with out getting the flowers burnt into death but what my mother wants my mother usually gets. I pity those who worked that day, they must have thought of getting a calmer job. To be a priest maybe.

My back was facing my bedroom door, I smiled when I heard kyla letting some of her roughness out. 'what!? The hell spencer? You're 19, you're in your prime! You should flaunt it and what better place to do so but the ball!'.

I heard her footsteps coming out of the bedroom. Kyla stood beside my piano carrying the the midnight blue silk dress. I just smiled and stared at her.

'wha?' she asked innocently. ' oh I think you should wear this one, because it's simple and it brings out everything good about you plus it matches the mask your mother dear bought you'.

I stopped playing. 'what do you mean about a mask?'

' The ball is a masquerade ball, cliché I personally think but either way it makes it more exhilarating '. She said with a clap and a dreamy look.

' No wonder many people adore Sir John Hancock, he's venturesome unlike those conventional arrogant snots and their make up harboring wives plus he definitely has your vote' I stood up and took the dress.

Kyla laughed and said as I went in front of the mirror. ' those snots and make up devils are your parents acquiatnaces'.

' and I don't get how and why they keep on doing so. It's understandable with my mother and but with father? I guess he's just doing it for mother all along'. I held the dress in front of me and look it over .

' Maybe they're not so bad as you think, you're weird. This is your circle we're talking about. You speak like you we're just thrown in the mix.' Kyla stood beside me.

'but I feel like it. I mean, sometimes I feel like everything is not real'. I stared back at her reflection.

'you have to stop feeling so, it will just be hard for you. And we'll be together every step of the way' she softly smiled at me and I answered her with my own. This moments are precious to me and as to why kyla is so dear to me. I don't know what I'd do without her.

'well then! I guess we have to get you ready if we're going to scout for some genuine lass in a crowd of masked puppets!'. She declared with both hands on her waist.

'yes! And we'll find someone who'll be lucky enough to see this side of yours'. I said laughing as I turned to face her.

'of course and I bet before the clock strikes twelve we'll have an ending made for fairies'. Her eyes rolled as she turned her back at me to go inside my bedroom to prepare everything for the ball.

'hey you could right a book with that one' I quipped knowing u'm getting on her nerves. 'just dress up already!?!' she snapped back.

I just shook my head and laughed at her eccentricity.

Kyla and me were about done in getting dolled up. we're in my den checking each others fashion to see any more needed touch ups. All we need is to put on our masks but then the door burst open, and in goes my brother.

' Ladies and ladies! Are you done hiding your selves?!'. I scowled and Kyla acted like nothing happened while doing something with my hair so when I wear the mask it won't mess the hair.

'Tthat is very gentile of you Glen. I told you to at least knock once. What if we're still getting dress?!' I frustratingly said as i stood up to face him.

He just raised his eyebrows at me and asked. ' you put your undergarments on in your den?' I heard Kyla chuckle behind me.

'You know what I mean Glen' I said not impressed.

'Oh I very well know what you mean, I did go to a school like yours but I just chose not to acknowledge it.' He said with a smug smile.

'If that's the case, next time I will choose to unintentionally slip to father that you were taking his carriages for your one night escapades with your whores'. I said non chalantly while checking my nails

He just smiled at me. ' just put your mask on so we can go, and have this night to remember by'. He said as he turned back then he left.

'You wouldn't do that would you?' Kyla asked while she sat me down on one of my chairs to put help me put on my mask.

'You know that I will not do such thing. I won't get in his way if he won't get in mine. I just want him to know that I know things that he wouldn't expect. Besides we're family that's what we do'. i shrugged

Kyla is peering down at me. She already has her mask on. Her mask is silver that covers only a part of her face and she's wearing a dull magenta Victorian dress with short sleeves. It shows her curves beautifully behind the garment and her smoothe neckline. She's really pretty, you wouldn't expect that my father just took her in. she can easily get into the upperclass society and out to a cockney girl from the lowerclass regarding her mood and choice.

'There! all set. Ready to prowl and be prowled'. She jests.

We last checked ourselves. Satisfied with what we have seen , we went down stairs and saw my brother waiting by the foyer.

'About time you grace us with your presence'. He said playfully while mockingly bowed at us. Kyla and me just shared a look. We passed by him and went to the carriage. I went first, then Kyla, lastly Glen.

'Father and mother must have started the salutations for our arrival' glen said while making himself comfortable for the trip.

'Good thing we took the last minute to scrutinize ourselves before the others could'. Kyla said while staring at the window. My brother and I laughed at her comment. I chanced a glance to my brother and sister. Then stared out the window as well.

'A night to remember by'. I sighed to myself. As I felt our horse pulled mobile jerked forwards to the ball.

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