Midsummer's ball
Midsummer's ball is a masquerade, but basically you just dress up in old fashion clothes and wear a mask, I absolutely hate it. "Bella!" called Claire, my step mother. "Don't make us late or I swear I'll…" she was cut off by the piano, Scarlett was doing some last minute practicing since she was going to play at the ball, not that she needed it.
I slipped on the heels that Claire had picked out for me, I winced, I could already feel the blisters forming, she had also forced me into this painful corset dress that was creamy, lacy and pale gold, it might have looked like heaven but it certainly didn't feel like it.
I almost forgot my mask but I grabbed it on my way out, I knew Claire would have a cow if I forgot it, truthfully, I think she makes excuses to get upset with me. It matched my dress and had a little glitter; I hated how I had to hold it up with the gold stick thingy on the side. I knew that once I put it down I would lose it.
I ran to the car tripping on my dress twice, I was surprised I still hadn't ripped it yet but it was still early in the night.
I angled into the car, limo, of course, I rolled my eyes, Claire took any chance to spend money, especially if it was dad's money.
We slid to a halt in from of the building, I sucked in a gust of air, it reminded me of a palace. There were chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and paintings were all over the walls. People were already there waltzing.
I made a b-line for the snacks before some unfortunate victim could ask me to dance.
I stood, looking at the crackers contemplating which ones to eat when someone from behind me said, "Those ones are the best," I looked up and saw the most gorgeous guys ever, well actually it was kinda hard to tell since he had a mask on, but from what I could see, he was heaven on earth.
He had topaz eyes and messy bronze hair, and a lean frame.
He pointed over toward some brown crackers I took two and nibbled on one, "Aren't you going to eat one?" he shook his head, smiling, "I'm not hungry," "Oh," I said. Actually, I wasn't really hungry either; I was just eating since I definitely didn't want to dance.
He seemed to read my mind because his next words were, "Do you want to dance?" I shook my head and tried to stand my ground.
"No way, I'm really bad at dancing and I am harmful to myself and others, I would end up hurting you." He smiled looking amused, "I doubt that," I gave in but only because his smile made me melt.
I put down my mask knowing I would lose it anyway and headed toward the dance floor.
I waltzed and stepped on his foot twice, he winced but to his credit he didn't yelp like my other dance partners.
He led my by the hand to the balcony after, "What's your name?" I asked. "Edward." "Isabella, but most people call me Bella," Then he stared at me with such intensity almost as if he was trying to read my mind.
I had to gasp and he looked surprised and confused, he opened his mouth to say something then closed it as if thinking better of it. We stood outside and talked a bit until Claire called telling me it was time to go.
I went to sleep thinking about him and couldn't help wondering what it would be like to kiss his lips.
