As I am writing this, I am watching carefully out the window to be sure that Lady Elizabeth is truly, in all reality, finally entering her carriage. That blonde-haired ADHD-ridden child has taken residence in my manor for almost a week now!

I realize that she is my fiancée, and is also of higher rank than I, but I can't help but feel a constant feeling of vertigo whenever she's near. Oh, but what do you care; you're an inanimate object. I should be complaining to Sebastian; that damned demon is the one who took it upon himself to invite her! Acting without an order- can he even do that? Why I am confiding in something that could never possibly console me, nor care, I can't comprehend. However, if I am going to confide in a "diary" (as proposed by that damn butler!), then I suppose I'll make it worthwhile.

As of late, I've been utterly bored aside from Sebastian's pathetic attempts at teasing me. "You know, young master, you are hosting a formal ball at this estate in less than a week. To butter-up your business partners visiting from France, right? I don't suppose you know how to dance?" He asked, and it seemed innocent enough- just innocent enough to be a complete and total setup. I informed him that I have no time for such trivial matters; to which he informed me that all nobles must know how to dance, lest their reputation be sullied. Damned demon.

So, as expected, this will mean the beginning of dance lessons in the much-too-near future. How I loathe dancing! It's such a silly, ridiculous, unnecessary waste of time. But, if such a craft is the mark of a true noble, then I have no choice.

Of course, a formal ball will beckon the return of my bride-to-be. Is it even appropriate to call her by such a title? "To-be" implies that there is a future for us…

I'm not so moronic as to pretend that there is a possibility of my future. I gave up my future two years ago in exchange for revenge; once that revenge is obtained, my soul will be gone along with my being. The curtain will fall on the Phantomhive family's final heir.

I can only hope it'll happen before I have to take dance lessons.

-Ciel Phantomhive

Hello guys; this is Aia Emma's friend Tara (who is also a fanfiction member but is too much of a pansy to give out her username). So, we've decided to alternate chapters in this; like a collaboration ^^ Please leave a review and let us know what you think. Do you want the chapters to be a bit longer?