A Moonlit Waltz

The Governor was throwing a celebratory ball in honor of Claire's brother, Chris. Claire was lucky enough to be a part of the event. Growing up in a one-income household had been tough, so as a result being around such classy people made her nervous. But she wanted to make a good impression for her brother's sake.

Couple's danced around the floor. Men in suit and tie while women wore extravagant dresses with elaborate jewelry. A single pearl necklace could probably pay for her entire car. The number one thing Claire detested was having to wear a dress. She would take a t-shirt and a pair of jeans over a dress any day. Claire wore a long red A-line gown with an open back and a sweetheart neckline. The gown accentuated her curves. The lustful stares amongst the crowd gave her the confidence Claire didn't know she had until now. Modest heels that allowed her to walk without the fear of stumbling. Instead of her usual messy ponytail, Claire's auburn tresses cascaded down her back in soft curls framing her cherub-like face.

Sighing to herself Claire decided to stick close to the wall. Swiping a glass of champagne from the passing server. Sapphire eyes flickered restlessly around the room. Claire slowly sipped from her glass as she observed the occupants on the dance floor. Husbands staring adoringly at their lovely wives, daughter's smiling in glee as their father's twirled them about the room, son's doting upon their mother's. It seems people of ages gathered here tonight to celebrate her brother. Claire felt pride bubbling in her chest as she thought of Chris. Her eyes continued to move across the room.

That's when HE came into sight. It was none other than Captain Albert Wesker.

Surrounded by a group of women like worshippers hoping to gain their God's attention. His light blonde locks combed back. Not a single hair out of place or a blemish was to be seen on his golden-brown skin. Albert's amber orbs stared blankly ahead as the woman continued to fawn over him. Claire noticed his figure clad in an obsidian suit.

'Wow, Albert is the only person I know that can pull off black' Claire thought in amusement.

Stopping her observation of his well-toned physique, Claire noticed one woman was trying especially hard to gain his attention. The mystery woman wore a short white dress with a plunging neckline down to her stomach. It left no room for imagination. Her jet-black hair was tied into a neat bun. Acid green eye's coated in black eyeliner and salmon-pink lips that have seen one too many botox injections. She had to be Italian going by her high cheekbones and olive-colored skin.

'If desperate were a person it would be her' Claire thought.

A sly ruby lipped smirk stretching across her face as the woman scowled when Albert failed to notice her poorly conceived seduction technique. She was used to using her body rather than her brain to get what she wanted. Claire decidedly has enough of this woman. Placing her empty glass down, she made her way towards the two.

"Darling, There you are! I have been looking for you everywhere¨

Claire said.

She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. Sensing Albert's relief, Claire pulled back from the quick embrace giving him a mischievous wink as she wrapped her left arm around his right. Sapphire met Amber. Claire observed as relief flashed through Albert's eyes.

Hearing an aggravated cough behind her, Claire turned towards the woman that had been pestering Albert since the beginning of the party.

"Oh! Hello, I am sorry I didn't see you there" Claire smiled viciously. Pretending to only now just seeing her. Albert had been silent up until now and decided to relieve the tension. Looking toward the now irritated woman.

"Ms. Gianna, I would like you to meet Claire. She is the sister of our guest of honor tonight." He replied smoothly before turning his amber gaze on Claire.

"Claire, This is the daughter of Mr. Soprano, Gianna. Her father works as a Captain for our fellow branches."

The deep drawl of her name off Albert's tongue sent an electric shiver's down Claire's Spine. Her heart skipped a beat as he moved his arm from hers to wrap around her waist to pull her closer to him. Claire tried to calm the blush that threatened to bloom across her face. Albert smirked at her failing attempt to hide it. Claire forced herself to refocus on the now fuming figure that was Ms. Gianna.

"It's lovely to meet you, Ms. Gianna" Clarie offered her hand.

"Mmm, likewise," Gianna said in a snooty tone with her nose looking at the ceiling.

Hesitantly accepting Claire's hand with her heavily ringed one. Quickly dropping her hand away, Gianna tried to discreetly wipe her hand off on her linen cloth of a dress. Claire felt a little discouraged at this but kept it from showing on her face. Looking Claire up and down in obvious distaste. Albert tensed with anger at Gianna's actions towards Claire, but before he could say anything he was cut off by Gianna.

"I was not aware that Mr. Spencer knew someone from your class," Gianna replied, looking down at Claire like she was a smudge on high towering stilettos.

'Two can play at this game' Claire thought smirked as she placed a calming hand on Albert's arm.

"I would hope he would know me. I am his wife after all." Clarie laughed at the woman's shocked expression. Gianna looked at Clarie's left ring finger and there it was.

How could she have missed that?

Albert has had enough of Gianna and her attitude towards his lovely Claire.

"I believe this is the part where you take the hint and walk away." He said vehemently towards the sputtering woman. With a haughty huff, Gianna turned on her heel and scampered away. People protested as she pushed past them.

Looking back towards her husband, blushing when she noticed the cold anger in his scarlet gaze was replaced by pure adoration. Claire's lips turned up into a smile. No matter how many times Albert looks at her that way, it never failed to make her insides melt.

Albert slowly, inexorably, presses his lips against Claire's.

The soft-touch sent a strong feeling of warmth spiraling through her system. Claire's eyes closed fearlessly, but the closure didn't let her see darkness, it instead created colors of fondness. Kissing Albert always felt like it was their first. The surroundings began to disappear leaving only her and Albert. Claire slowly broke away from the kiss, resting her head against his shoulder. Once regaining her senses, she looked up into Albert's burning gaze. Claire smiled as she saw the love reflecting at her through his eyes.

"I believe I owe my savior a dance." Albert mused. Softly laughing at her husband's antics as he guided her towards the Moonlit garden.

"I believe you do"