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Chapter 9:
The orchestra played soft music and couples were already dancing away. Many other nobles were standing and chatting while the ladies huddled in corner, gossiping. Liza stood in a corner feeling rather lost when someone tapped her shoulder. Liza turned around and smiled at the pretty girl looking up to her. She was dressed in an elaborate pink dress and had blonde hair and blue eyes.
"Hi! I'm Jessica and you're. .?"
Liza paused .Should she reveal her real name? "Elizabeth." The words slipped out before she could stop it. Well, her name was close to "Elizabeth".
"Hey Elizabeth. I totally love your dress. Where did you get it? Oh wait, don't answer. It had to be from Madame Dumont, right?"
Liza froze not knowing what to say. She had no idea who this Madame Dumont person and this girl here was gushing about her. "Err. right."
"I knew it." Jessica beamed. "Mother says I'll only be able to wear her dresses when I'm sixteen!" She made a face. "I know I'm going to get a low-cut one. It's the rage these days."
Liza gasped and clapped her hand over her mouth.
Jessica's eyes narrowed, "Do you think I'm too young, too?"
Liza laughed, "Oh no.. nothing like that. It's just that you're so much like my sister, Daphne. She wants a low-cut dress as well. I can't get over how alike you two are."
Jessica laughed.
"But I like your dress too. I feel so plain just standing next to you," Liza countered.
"You've got to be kidding! You're easily the belle of the ball." Jessica looked about, as if searching for someone.
"Are you looking for someone?" Liza asked.
"Nope. Just wanting to make sure that my brother's not here," Jessica answered.
"But why?"
"Let's just say he won't let you out of his sight once he spots you."
Liza laughed, "He can't be that bad."
"Yes, he is," Jessica laughed along with Liza. The two ladies were fast becoming friends.
Jonathan leaned against the wall studying the lady his sister, Jessica, was talking to. She was easily the most beautiful woman he had seen. He drank in every detail of her and felt the need to know her. He strode over to his sister and interrupted their conversation.
"I'm sorry ladies, but Jessica here has something important to attend to," He raised his eyebrow at his sister. Jessica scowled. She understood the unwritten order "to scram".
She whispered to Liza, "Beware of him. He's not as good as he thinks." Jessica smirked. She stuck out her tongue at Jon playfully and received a glare from him.
Jonathan sighed, "My sister isn't what you would call a perfect lady, so please excuse her improper behaviour."
Liza smiled, "Oh, your sister was a perfect angel. I just adore her company." Liza hoped she looked as composed as she thought. Her insides were quivering at the mere sight of Jessica's brother. Despite the mask covering his face. Liza knew he had to be the best-looking man she had ever known.
Jonathan was having difficulty breathing. Here he was, standing next to a gorgeous lady who looked like an absolute angel. She actually liked his little devil of a sister!
Just then, the orchestra struck up a waltz. He bowed and asked, "May I have this dance with you, my lady?"
Liza's eyes widened with panic. She had no idea how to dance, much less dance a waltz. There she was, standing with the best-looking man asking her to dance and she was going to have to ruin the whole thing by rejecting the offer. She smiled weakly, "I'm afraid I'm an absolutely horrid dancer. Even my teacher has given up on me." She added wryly. Liza was amazed by how easily the lies rolled off her tongue. She crossed her fingers and hoped that she will be able to enjoy the rest of the night without being struck by lightning.
Jonathan's eyes grew cloudy with disappointment. "Come on, I insist. Who knows, I may be able to teach you a thing or two."
So, Jonathan dragged a protesting Liza to the dance floor where for the next few minutes, Jonathan endured the most painful dance he had ever danced. When it finally ended, Jonathan thankfully escaped from the dance floor with a blushing Liza trailing after him, apologizing profusely all the way. He led her to the balcony, wincing with each step he took.
"You sure weren't underestimating yourself when you said you couldn't dance," Jonathan joked.
Liza took it the wrong way and her eyes flared. "Well, I'm not sorry I can't dance and you only have yourself to blame." Liza turned around, "And if you'll excuse me, there's someone I have meet," she said, ignoring the twinge of guilt when she lied.
Jonathan's head snapped up. Oh no, she was not escaping him that easily. He pulled her arm, "I'm sorry you're mad. Why don't I make it up to you by teaching you how to dance?"
Liza refused to budge, "I'll test your patience."
"Well, I'm a patient guy."
Sensing that there was no way out, Liza reluctantly agreed.
Jonathan grinned and brought Liza as close to him as he dared. Liza gasped, "Aren't we being a little too close?"
"Nope." Jonathan answered, hoping she hadn't observed how the other couples had dance.
"But the couples out there."
Damn, he thought. "Trust me. I know what I'm doing."
Jonathan nearly sighed with contentment as he breathed in her rose- scented red hair. He had to resist the urge to gather her in his arms and kiss her senselessly. Go slow, Westley. You don't want to frighten the poor girl.
Liza's senses were all but screaming 'danger'. She felt too good to be true, being held in his arms
"Okay, just listen to my counts and more your feet to same beat as mine. One, two, three. One, two, three." Jonathan whispered in Liza's ear.
Liza's feet automatically moved in time with Jonathan's feet. Amazed, Liza lifted he eyes to Jonathan's. "I'm dancing. Can you believe it? I'm finally dancing." Liza laughed as Jonathan whirled her around the balcony. When they were finally out of breath, the pair stopped, gasping for breath.
Jonathan looked into Liza's eyes and all sensible thoughts fled from his mind. All he knew now was that he wanted to kiss her so badly that he couldn't think straight. He leaned closer, taking in her wide eyes and covered her mouth with his. She tasted so sweet that Jonathan couldn't get enough of her. He kissed her deeper, nearly driving her senseless. Liza all but melted into Jonathan's arms when he kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned his kiss with all the longing she felt.
They slowly drew apart. Jonathan immediately apologized, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen." Liza silenced him by placing her finger on his lips. "Shush. Don't apologized, I enjoyed it as much as you did," Jonathan smiled and kissed her again.
Jonathan wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close to him. Liza sighed and leaned against him. They started chatting like old friends, discussing their likes and dislikes, criticizing the nobles at the ball, swapping jokes. It seemed like the perfect night for both of them.
Suddenly, the clock chimed twelve strokes. It was midnight. Everyone started to remove their masks and shouts of surprise rang through the ballroom. Jonathan grinned, "Okay, time to reveal yourself."
Liza froze. They had to reveal themselves at midnight? Why didn't Diana say so? Okay, maybe she didn't know. That didn't matter. The problem now was how she was going to escape from revealing her true self.
Jonathan mistook her silence for hesitance. "Okay, fine. I'll do the gentlemanly thing required of us males." He sighed. He took off his mask and bowed, "Prince Jonathan at your service, my lady."
It took all of Liza's will not to faint when she saw the Jonathan she had keep on thinking about. But her legs turned to jelly when she realized that he was a Prince! A prince of all things. Any other girl would be overjoyed to be liked by the Prince. But not Liza. She was not even a noble. She was just a commoner.
Jonathan's eyes filled with concern when he noticed her starring at him with fright. He gripped her arm and asked, "Are you okay?" All Liza could do was to stare back at him.
Finally, she came back to her senses and ran away from him, weaving through the crowd of people. "Wait!" Jonathan cried. "I don't even know your name." But Liza took no heed. Thankfully, the coach was already waiting for her. She scrambled in and soon she was gone.
Escaping from the world of nobles but especially, getting away from Prince Jonathan.
Chapter 9:
The orchestra played soft music and couples were already dancing away. Many other nobles were standing and chatting while the ladies huddled in corner, gossiping. Liza stood in a corner feeling rather lost when someone tapped her shoulder. Liza turned around and smiled at the pretty girl looking up to her. She was dressed in an elaborate pink dress and had blonde hair and blue eyes.
"Hi! I'm Jessica and you're. .?"
Liza paused .Should she reveal her real name? "Elizabeth." The words slipped out before she could stop it. Well, her name was close to "Elizabeth".
"Hey Elizabeth. I totally love your dress. Where did you get it? Oh wait, don't answer. It had to be from Madame Dumont, right?"
Liza froze not knowing what to say. She had no idea who this Madame Dumont person and this girl here was gushing about her. "Err. right."
"I knew it." Jessica beamed. "Mother says I'll only be able to wear her dresses when I'm sixteen!" She made a face. "I know I'm going to get a low-cut one. It's the rage these days."
Liza gasped and clapped her hand over her mouth.
Jessica's eyes narrowed, "Do you think I'm too young, too?"
Liza laughed, "Oh no.. nothing like that. It's just that you're so much like my sister, Daphne. She wants a low-cut dress as well. I can't get over how alike you two are."
Jessica laughed.
"But I like your dress too. I feel so plain just standing next to you," Liza countered.
"You've got to be kidding! You're easily the belle of the ball." Jessica looked about, as if searching for someone.
"Are you looking for someone?" Liza asked.
"Nope. Just wanting to make sure that my brother's not here," Jessica answered.
"But why?"
"Let's just say he won't let you out of his sight once he spots you."
Liza laughed, "He can't be that bad."
"Yes, he is," Jessica laughed along with Liza. The two ladies were fast becoming friends.
Jonathan leaned against the wall studying the lady his sister, Jessica, was talking to. She was easily the most beautiful woman he had seen. He drank in every detail of her and felt the need to know her. He strode over to his sister and interrupted their conversation.
"I'm sorry ladies, but Jessica here has something important to attend to," He raised his eyebrow at his sister. Jessica scowled. She understood the unwritten order "to scram".
She whispered to Liza, "Beware of him. He's not as good as he thinks." Jessica smirked. She stuck out her tongue at Jon playfully and received a glare from him.
Jonathan sighed, "My sister isn't what you would call a perfect lady, so please excuse her improper behaviour."
Liza smiled, "Oh, your sister was a perfect angel. I just adore her company." Liza hoped she looked as composed as she thought. Her insides were quivering at the mere sight of Jessica's brother. Despite the mask covering his face. Liza knew he had to be the best-looking man she had ever known.
Jonathan was having difficulty breathing. Here he was, standing next to a gorgeous lady who looked like an absolute angel. She actually liked his little devil of a sister!
Just then, the orchestra struck up a waltz. He bowed and asked, "May I have this dance with you, my lady?"
Liza's eyes widened with panic. She had no idea how to dance, much less dance a waltz. There she was, standing with the best-looking man asking her to dance and she was going to have to ruin the whole thing by rejecting the offer. She smiled weakly, "I'm afraid I'm an absolutely horrid dancer. Even my teacher has given up on me." She added wryly. Liza was amazed by how easily the lies rolled off her tongue. She crossed her fingers and hoped that she will be able to enjoy the rest of the night without being struck by lightning.
Jonathan's eyes grew cloudy with disappointment. "Come on, I insist. Who knows, I may be able to teach you a thing or two."
So, Jonathan dragged a protesting Liza to the dance floor where for the next few minutes, Jonathan endured the most painful dance he had ever danced. When it finally ended, Jonathan thankfully escaped from the dance floor with a blushing Liza trailing after him, apologizing profusely all the way. He led her to the balcony, wincing with each step he took.
"You sure weren't underestimating yourself when you said you couldn't dance," Jonathan joked.
Liza took it the wrong way and her eyes flared. "Well, I'm not sorry I can't dance and you only have yourself to blame." Liza turned around, "And if you'll excuse me, there's someone I have meet," she said, ignoring the twinge of guilt when she lied.
Jonathan's head snapped up. Oh no, she was not escaping him that easily. He pulled her arm, "I'm sorry you're mad. Why don't I make it up to you by teaching you how to dance?"
Liza refused to budge, "I'll test your patience."
"Well, I'm a patient guy."
Sensing that there was no way out, Liza reluctantly agreed.
Jonathan grinned and brought Liza as close to him as he dared. Liza gasped, "Aren't we being a little too close?"
"Nope." Jonathan answered, hoping she hadn't observed how the other couples had dance.
"But the couples out there."
Damn, he thought. "Trust me. I know what I'm doing."
Jonathan nearly sighed with contentment as he breathed in her rose- scented red hair. He had to resist the urge to gather her in his arms and kiss her senselessly. Go slow, Westley. You don't want to frighten the poor girl.
Liza's senses were all but screaming 'danger'. She felt too good to be true, being held in his arms
"Okay, just listen to my counts and more your feet to same beat as mine. One, two, three. One, two, three." Jonathan whispered in Liza's ear.
Liza's feet automatically moved in time with Jonathan's feet. Amazed, Liza lifted he eyes to Jonathan's. "I'm dancing. Can you believe it? I'm finally dancing." Liza laughed as Jonathan whirled her around the balcony. When they were finally out of breath, the pair stopped, gasping for breath.
Jonathan looked into Liza's eyes and all sensible thoughts fled from his mind. All he knew now was that he wanted to kiss her so badly that he couldn't think straight. He leaned closer, taking in her wide eyes and covered her mouth with his. She tasted so sweet that Jonathan couldn't get enough of her. He kissed her deeper, nearly driving her senseless. Liza all but melted into Jonathan's arms when he kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned his kiss with all the longing she felt.
They slowly drew apart. Jonathan immediately apologized, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen." Liza silenced him by placing her finger on his lips. "Shush. Don't apologized, I enjoyed it as much as you did," Jonathan smiled and kissed her again.
Jonathan wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close to him. Liza sighed and leaned against him. They started chatting like old friends, discussing their likes and dislikes, criticizing the nobles at the ball, swapping jokes. It seemed like the perfect night for both of them.
Suddenly, the clock chimed twelve strokes. It was midnight. Everyone started to remove their masks and shouts of surprise rang through the ballroom. Jonathan grinned, "Okay, time to reveal yourself."
Liza froze. They had to reveal themselves at midnight? Why didn't Diana say so? Okay, maybe she didn't know. That didn't matter. The problem now was how she was going to escape from revealing her true self.
Jonathan mistook her silence for hesitance. "Okay, fine. I'll do the gentlemanly thing required of us males." He sighed. He took off his mask and bowed, "Prince Jonathan at your service, my lady."
It took all of Liza's will not to faint when she saw the Jonathan she had keep on thinking about. But her legs turned to jelly when she realized that he was a Prince! A prince of all things. Any other girl would be overjoyed to be liked by the Prince. But not Liza. She was not even a noble. She was just a commoner.
Jonathan's eyes filled with concern when he noticed her starring at him with fright. He gripped her arm and asked, "Are you okay?" All Liza could do was to stare back at him.
Finally, she came back to her senses and ran away from him, weaving through the crowd of people. "Wait!" Jonathan cried. "I don't even know your name." But Liza took no heed. Thankfully, the coach was already waiting for her. She scrambled in and soon she was gone.
Escaping from the world of nobles but especially, getting away from Prince Jonathan.