Her Aching Heart That Calls For Ciel
After her bath, Lizzy was groomed until her head hurt along with her heavy eyes and aching feet. She has not worn heels in a while, since she hadn't attended many balls, due to her depression. So, she gave in to flats and other shoes that made her look very unlike herself. She was also given a new dress that was tightened so much she thought she might die or be squeezed so tight she'd be strewn about the room like hay bails blowing off the pile, across the wind.
She walked towards her mother, "Mum, must I really see Alois?"
Her mother looked down at her, acting as pleasant as she possibly could, "Of course, my darling... Now, we must go while our carriage is still there..."
Lizzy walked along, holding her stomach. She wasn't exactly sure if it was food she desired or if it was her corset being tied way to tight. Edward eyed his sister, out the corner of his eye, who looked very Mal-Nutritious, it seemed like she wasn't eating enough. He decided to let it go and continued walking. He had never heard of this Alois Trancy guy and wasn't really looking forward to meeting him. He already had enough of Ciel and his back-talk.
They boarded the carriage and it flew off like a bullet flying through the air. Lizzy refused to look out the window like she normally does. Instead, she just watched her fingers collide and twiddle with each other in her lap, looking really, really nervous and troubled with something.
Edward's gaze left the window and he took his fist off his chin, beginning to look at his sister, "Elizabeth, are you okay?" Sweat became visible on her forehead, as it glistened down her face. She didn't say a word and he took out his handkerchief, offering it to her, "You're sweating..."
She waved it away. "I'm just nervous."
"Why? I thought you knew him?"
"Well, yeah, but..."
"Still thinking about Ciel?"
She nodded, and he put his kerchief in his lap, between his fingers. She opened her mouth to speak, but then shut it again, thinking that it'd be best if no one knew that Ciel was still alive. She rubbed at her left glove, hoping the mark would stay hidden.
Alois came down his golden staircase, happy as ever, while he made his way over to Elizabeth, "Hello, my lady..." She watched his playful grin, trying her best not to give him a sneer of disgust. "You're looking lovely, today."
Claude walked over, "Would you like anything, Lady Elizabeth?"
A thought crossed her mind that forced her to smile, I'd like Ciel to kill Alois, yes, or I could simply tear him to shreds with a sword myself...but that would be very unladylike... wouldn't it? Maybe I could shove a spider down his throat, instead. "No, thank you."
Claude bowed, walked off, then, stood behind Alois like a shadow. Elizabeth couldn't help but stare, visualizing Ciel and Sebastian... They stood the same way. Where is Ciel? "Claude bring me and Lady Elizabeth some tea!" He clapped his hands, with a smile, "Olé!"
Elizabeth opened her mouth to protest, but Claude already walked away.
Alois leaned across his fancy wooden table, taking out a purple rose, "So, Lizzy, you were Ciel's fiancé?"
"Yes."
He carried it over to her, holding it out. She reached for it, but instead of giving it to her, he put it in his mouth and pulled her close, dancing with no music. It was a dance she was unfamiliar with, very unlike the waltz and required lots of quick movement. He spun her around, picked the rose out of his mouth and handed it to her, "Familiar with the salsa, my lady?"
"No, and I am not your lady."
She walked away, refusing the flower that spoke of enchantment. Alois' eyes narrowed in anger, as Claude came back just in time to ask what was the matter, when his master muttered something that sounded like; "Honestly, what does Ciel have that I don't?" His voice rose and he stomped out the room, after throwing down the rose. "I'm way sexier than him!"
Claude dropped the platter on the table and went after his master, giving their guests a look of apology.