To Fulfill One's Destiny
Chapter 25- Taking the Plunge
"Ack."
"Our lord has been so kind as to give you a full range of new silk robes to compose a kimono for the ball he has been pressed into holding tonight."
"And tell me this, was the chest of new silk robes that I received last week somehow unsuitable?"
"I truly have no idea Maria-sama. Excuse me, I will be back to aid you after you have made your selection."
Maria turned to the expansive array of colored silks.
Wow do I feel spoiled. There's every color of the rainbow and then some! I don't know how to choose . . . what if I make some fashion blunder? I won't shame him, maybe I'll just stick with solid colors this time to be safe-too bad the handmaidens are such 'yes' people or I might have been able to actually get some advice on this sort of thing.
Okay, let's see. If I were an artist, which colors would I choose to paint my masterpiece?
Hmm...
She laid her fingertips on a robe.
And so the novice lays the first stroke of paint.
I laugh at my own melodrama.
Sesshomaru was definitely pissed.
Leave it to them to arrange a ball for the select purpose of selecting a mate for me and then 'neglect' to inform me of it.
He nearly ran into a group of demonesses, breaking his train of thought.
Turning, he found others behind him as well.
And so they close in for the kill...like a hungry pack of vultures.
"Oh Sesshomaru-sama!" feminine tittering all around "How are you faring these days?"
This is madness.
Maria stood at the threshold of the room where the ball was in full swing, hidden behind the paper screen.
What am I doing? I am a full fifteen minutes late, Sesshomaru will kill me...if he notices. Probably has a horde of beautiful royal female demons fawning over him instead of the regular two or three.
She shifted nervously in her many layered kimono and wooden shoes. Well, the hair was really the most painful, it was pulled tightly and seemed heavier though she'd refused the most ornate head pins.
It's probably because I'm a tender head. What am I doing? Why am I dressed this way? He probably won't even notice . . . stop it. I have to get over this childish infatuation now. This is for him to select a mate and for me to not make a fool of myself. First step is to go in gracefully, and hopefully unnoticed, before I come in twenty minutes later instead of fifteen.
Taking a deep breath, she gently and silently slid open the screen door.