Men crowded me seeking my attention. It was all confusing. They would all talk at once, getting louder than the other. I had danced with a couple of them, had a chat with them, befriended some of them. But no one in this crowd of men seemed to catch my interest.
My mind was still revolving around my mother's story and the unnamed man. It was a tragic story. They loved each other so much. But her father never approved of him. He was poor "a filthy rat" as my grandfather quoted. I never imagined that my lovable grandfather was something like that when he was younger. He was so sweet to me. He gave me everything I wanted. Behind all those years, he was the bad man in my mother's young life. I may never see him the same way again.
I sat down on a chair for a rest. All the dancing had worn me out. I looked around the room for my parents and uncle. I could not see their familiar faces around the crowd. I think that they had already found someone.
Carmilla walked gracefully around the crowd towards me. She didn't touch the ones around her or even bump into them. The smile on her face reached up from ear to ear. The atmosphere around her seemed enlightened. She wasn't the old Carmilla that I knew. My nanny that always supported me. The problems in her face all disappeared; she was once again the young twenty-five year old who first came here. Her life was saved by my uncle. He saw her dying on the dark streets of London. A deep wound in her side. Blood was quickly pouring out of her; her life was already slipping by every ticking second.
Carmilla told me her story so many times when I was young. She was so glad that uncle Lorano saved her life. She was grateful that her life wasn't wasted on the streets. She said that in exchange for her life she had to serve him for the rest of her existence.
As she came closer, I saw that someone was following behind her. A young man about twenty-six or so. I think he was the duke of some town near here or something. When she stopped with her escort the two made a stunning pair. Both had hair like corn silk, eyes like the bright clear sky. The two matched; the one piece had found the other broken piece.
"Are you having fun?" she asked while she swayed to the tune of the music.
I looked at the side of the room, the guests were happily dancing with their partners. They were doing the waltz now. "I guess the party's all right." I said observing the men and women in glamorous clothes. "Do you know where mother and father are?" I asked her.
She stopped swaying and the smile that was plastered on her face before disappeared. There was just one thing that this means.
"Oh" is what I managed to say. I could not find my voice to talk; I didn't even want to talk. All my energy was gone in just a flash.
Carmilla looked at me concerned, her energy was gone too. She was once again my care taker. She knew she couldn't say anything to help my problems. Nobody can help me. This was my fate.
"I think I will be going to my room now." I said mechanically. Party's over for me.
She just nodded her head and watched me walk off. She whispered something to her confused escort. Maybe explaining what was happening. I left them there. I felt guilty ruining Carmilla's night. She didn't need to hold my problems on her shoulders too.
When I got to my room, I quickly shut the door. Kicking my slippers off in the process. I yanked my tiara off my head and throwing it to the ground, it rolled under the bed. I won't be able to see that for a while or until my mother sees it tomorrow. The pins in my hair slowly fell out letting my long hair drop down to my waist. As I plumped down on the bed I started screaming into the pillow until my throat ached.
This is their entire fault. If they didn't have me then I won't be here in this situation. I'd rather die than be in this family. I hate them. I hate them.