Day 7- Formal
Emily walked down the stairs, she was fidgiting. She didn't like the constricting feeling of the dress she wore. But as she saw the boy standing in the doorway she had forgotten all about the dress. Her smile lit up the room as she saw Francis, her best friend and first love.
Francis looked up as Emily walked down the grand stair case. Her beauty took his breath away. "Mon amour you look so beau!~" Francis held out his hand for her to hold. Slowly he walked her onto the dance floor. He is a true gentalman when he wanted to be. Who do you think taught Arthur to be one?
Emily blushed as she was lead onto the dance floor. Her hand still held Francis as the other went to rest on his shoulder. "Thank you Francis your so kind." She said.
The two danced the night away lost in eachother gaze and the movements their bodies made in the slow lovers dance.