Spencer

Chapter 22: night of our lives part 2

Atticus

Dancers,

Or the richest members of London's modern aristocratic era. Their gowns and suits populated the ballroom, watching from a viewing deck I gripped the railing.

These events only stood for one purpose to be an example of how old money still runs rampant. Though it's hard to believe, I loved these shows of pure wealth.

 When you come from nothing, security in terms of your bank balance made me smile.

Some call me a pessimist but after all if your too forgiving and kind people take advantage of your good nature. I learnt from a young age to be tough, never let anyone know what your doing, keep your cards to your chest.

Then you have nothing to lose.

Stepping back into the shadows of the viewing deck I watched her red dress glide through the ball. I was avoiding her.

The kingsley girl seemed to follow me around like she was a small child.

Tonight was meant to be enjoyable, I found comfort in observing, she found comfort in socialising. Cole and Octavia get along splendidly, thus making me babysit her friend. Call me cruel, I suppose I can be.

I kept my eyes on her, she walked all around the room searching for me, a smile spread across my face as she kept walking in circles like a foolish child.

Mrs Clearie would be devastated if she discovered how I treated her. Mrs. Clearie was like a mother to me, but she wasnt by blood.

She has done more for me then my real one has. Fixing the cuffs of my shirt, straightening my collar, I stepped forward again, leaning over the viewing deck.  Tightening my grip on the metal railing I laughed as the Kingsley girl found herself stuck in a tango with at least seven different boys drooling over her.

She was being pushed and pulled around the room, she had her normal unimpressed smile on her face. Her brows furrowed as each boy tried their hardest to swoon her.

I had to give Natasha credit, she gave her the dress I said I liked the most, Mrs Clearie could not fool me with a garment. Flicking my pocket watch open I looked at the time and rolled my eyes, how had it only been two hours, maybe I should socialise after all Mr Clearie would notice my absence soon enough.

But I was more responsible and I saw what these soirees  were really for, they were all just business ventures and meeting grounds for arranged relationships. Looking back at the ballroom one man caught my eye. He was old, around fifty or sixty he had a pale and sullen girl following him like a dog.

His hair was slicked back, a cruel attempt at hiding his balding. The thing that drew my eyes to him was his sheer height, I suppose as a tall sixteen year old I was attracted to people with equal height.

Deciding to go against my better judgement I headed back into the party, Natasha pointed towards Miss Kingsly, with a sigh I wrapped my hands around her waist as a waltz began to play.

"You're the worst" she whispered as I led us through the dance. Deciding to not answer her I instead hummed along with the orchestra.

She was a terrible dancer, I think my feet are terminally bruised the amount of times i had her heels stab my feet is simply criminal.

Following Coles lead by staying at my so called dates side I now found myself in the position I was mocking her for. Now I was standing out the front of the girls bathroom, I had been here for five minutes now, what was this girl doing?

Knocking on the door

"Kingsly are you almost done" I groaned waving to the passing people

"Umm" she responded "Im coming" the door swung open she looked at me "give me your jacket"