My eyes instantly seek out Cerise. As I walk towards the girls, my mind nags me to ask Cerise for a dance. But seeing as she currently hates me, I push the thought from my mind and take the girl nearest to me for a dance. The white marble floor-to-ceiling ballroom has been decorated with Sicoatia, a flower with silver like petals that only blooms at a full moon and which smells different to each person, commonly used in love potions. To me the flowers smell like pine and old fabric. The wooden floor of the ballroom is polished and waxed so that you can see your reflection on the wood. I dance with each girl at least once, participating in idle chatter. When Cerise gets passed to me, we say nothing, and don't even look at each other. Or rather, she doesn't look at me, or talk to me. Meanwhile I can't take my eyes off of her. I don't want to. Cerise looks stunning. Her brown hair is pinned up with pearls threaded into it, and a blue dress that has sparkles gathering in clumps as the dress ends. When I pass her off to another man my arms feel strangely empty with the ghost of her waist in my hands, like when you hug a pillow and when you let it go, it still feels like you have it in your arms. The ball goes by, hours feeling like seconds. And for some reason, I think it has to do with Cerise.
Authors Note-
Hello readers! I just wanted to apologize for how short this chapter is. I will most likely publish a longer chapter soon, and much more will happen in that chapter. Again, I am so sorry and another, longer chapter will be published soon.
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Courts of Moon and Sun
FantasyEighteen-year-old Cerise is a nobody, only known in her small human town on the border of the courts of the Moon and Sun. Then she is chosen to be a contestant in a battle for the Court of the Moons prince's heart. Cheesy right? But she learns that...
