Oh goodness, I have nothing to say about this chapter!
The opera house was magnificent. Kat felt like she was in a beehive, the walls golden and shining, the people around her buzzing and crowding around each other like a large family. She was stunned at the sheer extravagance of it all. Raoul had told her that tonight's dress code was a formal one, but that events like a ball hosted by the King would be even more elaborate. Living on the streets had made Kat's eye used to judging that a solid length of cloth could be used as an outfit. In this world, whole lengths of cloth were at the end of a woman's dress, left to drag on the floor and collect dirt and dust.
Raoul had pre-selected a blue evening gown for Kat, one that showed off her beauty but gave her the modesty meant for young debutantes. Her hair had been put up on the back of her head, long locks left hanging down her back to curl along her spine. She felt like a queen, gliding through a world of decadence and beauty. She knew that people were staring, but she felt one stare in particular. It was directed at her right short where it met her exposed nape. She had turned multiple times during the night to discover the source, finding no one.
She was still searching when Raoul whispered to her that the performance was to begin soon. She turned away and allowed Raoul to guide her forward. They were escorted to a box above the stage, giving them a fine view of the stage. Apparently, it was also the perfect box to keep an eye on Box 5. If the mysterious patron was to make an appearance, it would be here. The performance was fantastic, but Kat often found her eyes wandering to the box across the room. What would he be like?
Suddenly, Kat felt that warm gaze on her again. She gasped slightly to feel that it was directed at her face. The gaze belonged to someone across the room. Looking from face to face, Kat became frustrated when the gaze remained but no eyes were directed to her. Giving up, she turned her head to find that the gaze came from Box 5. The mysterious patron was here, but kept himself hidden in the shadows. Time seemed to stand still as her eyes met the shining ones across the way.
Before she knew it, the first act of the opera was over and Raoul was calling her name. She turned for only a moment, but that moment gave the figure in Box 5 a chance to disappear. Kat groaned aloud and stood. For the rest of the night, the figure did not appear. Kat found her thoughts were consumed by those eyes. Her dreams that night were dedicated to creating her own version of what he looked like, how he acted, what he sounded like. What she wanted more than anything was to see him again.
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