A Night To Remember – Chapter Two
Again, if you read my author note, i'm so sorry this took me so long. I did lose a lot of motivation and was simply and idiot so here it is, I PROMISE to upload more regularly x
Beca remained frozen, in an almost catatonic state, for what seemed like forever, and no matter how much she tried, couldn't seem to truly process the events that had previously taken place. "A monarch, Beca?! You had to go and fall for the most out-of-your-league person I this room! You are such an id-" A familiarly chirpy and overbearing voice disturbed her thought process, and although Beca should never be more thankful that someone -anyone- had disrupted her before she flew head on into a panic attack (with about as much grace as a thunderstorm), she could not contain the uninterested groan that spilled from her throat without warning at the prospect of being confronted by her mother, especially given recent events.
As usual, Beca's mother was dressed far too inappropriately for the formal dinner her father had dragged them both to, and Beca couldn't help but wonder how her mother could defy gravity, simply due to the fact that her unbelievably tight red, lace trim corset had managed to keep her chest in place over the space of the dragging evening. Her mother had not had an accident yet, but due to the fact she had decided to wear her overly high crimson ' stilts' as -much to her mother's expense- Beca liked to verbally and mentally refer to them as, she was sincerely surprised that her mother had not taken a tumble much like the near disaster Beca had experienced earlier. "That would be a site" This time however, Beca managed to individually pull herself out of her amusing thought processes and, knowing how much her mother was urked by Beca's 'wandering', decided hesitantly to see whom her mother had decided to pair her with this time. No doubt it would be a young, impressionable lord that Beca would no doubt scare away within moments of meeting, and the cycle would begin again.
"Beca, I have someone wonderful for you to meet! This is Edwin" her mother exclaimed with irritating enthusiasm, and impolitely grabbed a young man's arm, and pulled him harshly towards me as if they were simply bickering siblings. Edwin was, by straighter norms, a very attractive gentleman. Unlike Beca's previous company, whom she refused to remove from her overactive brain, his jawline was incredibly square, yet less pronounced than the Queen's rounded, mouthwatering edges. His suit clearly showed that he was in a high position of power, and Beca could clearly see the workmanship that went into such a piece, but she still could not prevent the comparative instincts and immediately concluded that although she herself would favour wearing a tuxedo such as this, the modestly tight yet figure-hugging dress that Luisa sported when they had met was much more preferable than Edwin. In fact, Beca believed that she would rather dance with the gentleman's tailor, under the assumption that he would in fact be more enjoyable and pleasant than Edwin ever could. However, knowing that her mother would insist, she decided to simply dance with him immediately, hoping that simply a few misplaced steps on his polished shoes would be enough to drive him away, so she could find the goddess who had been running through her mind for what seemed like hours.
For lack of a better word, the dancing was undeniably, unforgivingly boring. Although Edwin was undoubtedly a good dancer in the male overpowering and leading sense, he almost dragged Beca around the marble flooring like a ragdoll, simply assuming that she would follow in similar definitive footsteps. Luisa however, danced like an artist. Her feet, however dainty and elegant they seemed, were strong and dependable, Beca reminisces with fond affection, remembering how the Queen almost treated the shimmering white flooring with respect as she eagerly lead a beautifully presented pairs dance. With Edwin, it just wasn't the same. The dance, if you could call it so, was so unrequited by Beca that her feet almost fell behind like a young child at the peasant market rather that spend time with the so called 'gentleman' that Beca's mother introduced her to. She'd almost given into her mother's nagging and married the man simply to keep her silent for a moment, hearing her gush from the other side of the bustling room to another man waiting in line to court her, until Edwin (ever the gentleman) deemed it appropriate to slide the once comfortable yet large hand on her waist down irresponsibly low, until he reached the bottom of her corset. Enough was enough. Luisa wouldn't have done that.
Interrupting the man down his disrespectful and dark path, Beca ripped his large, definitely un-Luisa like hand from her hip. Momentarily forgetting about her conquest to find the woman who invaded her soul, she turned vigorously and, with an elegance and anger she didn't know she truly possessed, Beca almost marched away from Edwin and her mother, both of whom were calling her from what seemed like miles away, and to the one place she had been desperate to escape to since she arrived at this retched place.
Outside.
Feeling the cold and calculated breeze encase her now boiling face, Beca gasped in almost pleasure with the relief that was brought along with the silence, the deafening silence. No mothers there to pressure her into kindness, no men to drag her around like unwilling property. Just her and the balcony, overlooking the serene grassland of the rural land before her. Placing her hands on the cool, textured granite of the balcony, Beca leaned on the balcony rather like a pillar, as if her life depended on it, and let out a shaky, condensing breath that she didn't know she had been holding in. Raising her head from its previous position on the ice cold stone, she took a moment to survey her surroundings with tranquil curiosity. The sky above her was pitch black at this point due to the moons irregular winter patterns, the only sources being the party and the glimmering, free moon that Beca glared at in jealousy, "At least you can do what you want" Beca thought to herself as she wondered to herself if the light source problem in these country areas would ever be solved.
This thought on its own was enough to distract Beca from the gentle, hesitant clicking of heels along the cool limestone flooring, and the partner joining her in her position of staring, simply staring, elbows roughly placed on the temporary anchor that was the beautifully sculpted balcony before them. By this point, Beca had indeed noticed that the woman of her dreams, the one that she couldn't even attempt to get out of her head, was standing beside her in content silence, and in no way would Beca break the silent bond that was occurring between the both of them, the forbidden touch of forearms was enough to quiet them both for now. Beca imagined what Luisa looked like, being to terrified to even move, in fear of her queen breaking the affectionate contact they had sustained between them. She imagined her silky, halo-like hair fanning around her face like some sort of angel (although, if anything, Luisa was a siren, captivating and horrifying at once) with tresses falling around her lace clad shoulders. Her grey, piercing eyes would have softened and would be staring, like her, at the moon above them, Beca dreamed in an almost desperate fashion. She knew it was wrong, Beca knew without a doubt that it was wrong, but like hell did she care, because the one thing she wanted more than anything was beside her, touching her if only slightly, and that information alone was enough to make Beca giddy and fiendish in her curiosity to find out just where this would lead. After all, Luisa was the one who initiated courtship, and Luisa made the rules, no one could stand in her way.
After a few minutes, Beca had finally gained the courage. Slowly, steadily, she moved her hand, giving time for Luisa to pull away. Seeing no movement, Beca continued until, in one fluid motion, she placed her hand on Luisa's soft, feminine one, desperately hoping that she wouldn't pull away, look at her in disdain and back away. If anything, it may kill her. In fact, an even better turn of events occurred. Just as Beca had done, Luisa pulled her hand out from under Beca's, and for a moment Beca panicked internally, hoping and pleading that this wasn't happening. However, amusingly, Luisa simply (a lot more confidently than Beca had) removed her hand in order to place hers on top, intertwined their long fingers together and squeezed. Beca and Luisa both smiled softly as Beca squeezed back. "Always one to lead, my queen" Beca thought to herself as they both stood there as pillars for one another, however still both unwilling to admit how serious things had turned out given how they had only just met. So, they didn't push it, and simply decided to stay content in their situation, Luisa, always ahead, leading them elegantly like they had earlier in motion, leading them into the unknown. So they stayed, staring at the moon above them, hands intertwined like fitted puzzle pieces, staring.
Simply staring.