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chapter. O4 - a dance ?

a room, drew her closer like she's a puppet to be played with, the female liked the desolate room, it was dusty and dark, she found comfort whilst there, a sense of home and tranquility. she realised she hadn't seen every room in the mansion, she went exploring one day until a certain room caught her eye, a room illuminated by a few small lamps with a magnificent chandelier hanging from the clean-white ceiling, whilst you saw an old wooden piano hidden in the darkness, she walked over and sat down removing the dust from the piano, she'd learnt how to play from a young age, she may even say she was quite proficient.

she started to play a simple melody, something she'd imagined in her dreams, the type of melody you'd hear in a ballroom, waltzing whilst wearing those awfully uncomfortable looking dresses, but those women looked captivating although they must feel antsy, it was like joy was drawn over their faces, they enjoyed this.

she was a little rusty as she stopped playing for a while now, she realised this could be her new hobby after all she spent most of her time in her room drowning in her thoughts alone or occasionally she'd read, the simple pleasure of opening a book and getting lost in the world of words, the words captivating you into their stories with a mere few pages.

everyday, precisely around 4, she'd come in and make herself comfortable as she sat down on the crimson leather bench, with her smooth fingers playing the piano, until she felt a glint looking at her from behind, "you really must stop sneaking up on me." she replied, a smile forming on her lips unable to hold it back, the boy simply scoffed as he walked over and bowed slightly, "would you join me for a dance, milady?" he asks with a half-grin, "you know it'd be awfully rude to refuse and it would be a hit to my ego." as he put his hand out for her to grab. "of course, oh no we wouldn't want that, now would we?" she replied teasingly, as she took his hand, the piano seemingly seemed to play by itself, the same music that yelena attempted to practice with each passing day.

he snakes his hand around her waist, pulling her closer, the other grabbing her small, warm hand whilst the females other hand rested on his shoulder. a single dark hair falls in front of her porcelain face, as he pushed it behind her ear as they begin to dance, they felt the evening light shining through the window as if it was a spotlight for the pair. "this dance takes grace, i doubt you have," he says as he swiftly moved behind the girl, whispering in her ear. "oh dear, are you challenging me?" she asks, raising an eyebrow, you were never one to back down from a challenge. you raised your arms into the air as your twirled in a sophisticated manner, as your satin dress sashayed along with you, the breeze hitting you lightly from the open window. it was safe to say, yelena underestimated the boy, he was agile and graceful. with the swing of his leg, along with the arch of his back, he displayed elegance. "yes, and i plan to out-do you, up for a bit of friendly competition?" he replied snarkily. as he swept a wide arc around you and grabbing her waist, pulling her closer, she could almost hear his heartbeat, it was steady but fast as he spun you around as if he'd done it hundreds of times before. the pair move in sync, she felt his cold skin against hers, the music engulfed in the background, playing beautifully but the two had drowned it out as you danced, "evidently, i seem to have been wrong, you do seem like you have grace after all." he added, as he twirled you closely and spun you away. "but what about skill?" he whispered to your ear as her breath hitched. "certainly so." she replied smugly as he just scoffed playfully.

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it had soon became dinner time, the two carried on like that for hours- it was fun and yelena seemed to have bonded closer to adham, the two couldn't help but steal glances throughout dinner, would this become their new hobby? together?

yelena couldn't help but overthink, she'd found a liking to the boy when they met, but now she felt as if she was being dragged closer, did she like him? absolutely not, she would never admit it nor would she think about her feelings, she'd plan to ignore it, they spent time together these couple of weeks, but she's never felt this way towards someone before. she wondered if he pondered the same questions that plague her mind, what was their relationship? acquaintances, friends? couldn't be more than that, yelena convinced herself that they were friends, it was as if they mutually agreed on it without thinking.

the two had no interactions for the rest of the day, they both head to bed after dinner, they were fairly tired.

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