After a few hours, I headed back to my room, my curiosity satisfied.

The ball gown on my bed was obviously hand made and old, though it was still beautiful. It was yellow with a layer of black lace over it. A black jacket was set beside me, but I decided to wear my cloak instead. The only problem was the back of it. I couldn't tie it by myself, I'm pretty sure it was impossible.

"Having some troubles?"

I spun around to see William leaning against a wall at the door. I held the dress up so he wouldn't see my nearly bare chest.

"Um...I'm getting changed. Seriously, I need my privacy."

"Says the girl who kissed me."

He waved his hand and the back of the dress and corset that came with it tied themselves tight. A little ribbon flew out of my closet and tied itself around my waist with a bow.

"I'll see you down stairs in a few."

He left, not flashing me that grin I'd become used to after such a short amount of time. I knew immediately something was wrong. It's strange. I've barely known him for a day and already I felt I could read his emotions…Oh wait.

I could.

I had a short laugh to myself as I began putting on a pair of black heeled boots to make me tall enough that I wouldn't step on my dress. I made my way down the hall to the right of my room and down some stairs. Spiraling stairs all the way down to a large ballroom. There were some tables towards the back, but William was the only one there. He was sitting at one of the tables, rolling what looked like a rubber ball around.

"Nobody came. You may return to your room or have some snacks."

I looked around at the brightly lit ballroom to find a snack table filled with snacks, wine, and a chocolate fountain with a bowl of strawberries beside it. I look back over at William.

I slowly walked over to him and gently grabbed his arm.

"Hey, come dance with me."

"Why would you want to dance with me?" He gave me an emotionless look but let me pull him out into the middle of the floor.

"Because I haven't danced in years and I miss it." I gave him a small smile as he flicked his hand towards the far side of the room.

"Do you know how to dance?"

"I was taught the waltz, though it's been a long time since I was at a party and had somebody to dance with."

"Then we shall waltz."

And we did. We danced for what seemed like hours, but I never grew tired and my feet never hurt. We danced all night until the bright fiery light that was the morning gained our attention. Suddenly I was tired, and my legs ached. He chuckled and flashed me that grin that I had come to love.

"You should return to your bedroom. We've danced like demons, but have forgotten that you are still human."

He picked me up in his arms and began carrying me up the stairs to my room. I was asleep long before he opened the door or even laid me down on the comfortable bed. I slept peacefully that night, with dreams of dancing and laughing and partying with dozens or handsome and beautiful people.

I the middle of the floor where two of the most elegant people I'd ever seen. One was a woman with long black hair tied up in a bun and wearing a golden colored dress. The other was a man with yellow hair dressed in a suit and tie. William. He looked more human in this dream, his eyes were blue and he had a true smile on, not the sly smile I'd grown used to. He looked happy as he spun the woman around, who I'd realized wasn't me, then he did a dip. He suddenly looked up and saw me, his smile disappearing as I woke up.