The Grey Storm

25

Lion's ball
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Isamiona was calmed down, standing alone watching everyone enjoying themselves. Elijah stood behind her placing his chin on her bun, "Wicked Witch of the West. Oh, what evil plans are you brewing? You got that awkward scary smile on."

"Oh? I'm smiling? I didn't know,"

"Isamiona, what are you planning?"

"Oh, I just invited an old special person."

"Who?"

"Watch the golden stairs, you know? Dramatic fashionably late introduction." Elijah looked at the golden staircase, "Found clients yet?" Elijah hummed giving her another glass, seeing her hands was trembling holding the champagne glass. "Yeah," the MC stood at the bottom of the staircase giving on loud clap to get the attention of the room as the music dimmed. Everyone murmured quietly wondering who was the special guest appearing, "Isamiona, who did you invite?"

"Shh, watch now. I am enjoying this,"

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" the MC spoked loudly letting his voice echoed throughout the ballroom. "This special guest was invited personally by our Ladyship― Leya Isamiona for our Star of the show. As a gift to her beloved father, please welcome: Lady Marié Theressa Antoinette Elgon Rosemary. House of Lagoon! The Sea lion of Zetharaoh!"

Iseul's face paled snapping his head towards the staircase as black tentacles appeared from the ground, wrapping and morphing into a form of an old lady. The spotlight shone on her, striking a pose. "Greetings to my people! Madame Garce da le mer, is here!" dread was written all over his face as the old lady waved walking down the steps, people applaud loudly cheering at her intro. Elijah recognised her immediately by the scar across her face, "W-Why is Father's old dance teacher here?"

"She is also the wife of Eüya, his stepmother," Ethan spat out his drink as both brothers looked at Isamiona in pure shock. "Wow, you really are something." Ethan laughed surprised, "I know, look at this drama effect." Iseul's dark eyes scan the room, spotting a red and black dress from out of all the golden outfits. locking onto hers, both engaged in an intense staring competition between Iseul and Isamiona. She smiled brightly with her tilting her glass at him as a cheers, "Where is my little Phoenix? Isamiona?" Lady Marié's voice boomed loudly scanning the crowd upon seeing the girl in her traditional gown. Smiling with glee, "Come, and escort your dear Mama,"

Walking to through the crowd who parted like the red sea, downing her drink before climbing a few steps up the staircase to take the old woman's hand. She curtseyed lowly, bowing her head in deep respect. "Welcome Mama, I'm so glad you came."

"Hello Dearie, I was pleased to be invited as special guest. By time I'm here to such important events," hooking their arms together, giving her stepson a side eye then glancing at his pathetic wife. Iseul looked at her as Isamiona gave him a wink. Kissing the elderly Lady's as Nobles surrounded old Lady, Isamiona walked away smirking at her brothers. Taking Ethan's drink, "And that's how you start shit, your ball now boonä?"

"Excuse me Lady Isamiona?" she turned her head to see Devon smirking, bowing respectfully. "May I have a dance with you?"

"Oh, certainly. Pardon me, brothers. We'll talk later," taking Devon's hand, giving Ethan's drink back as Devon led her to the dancefloor. Isamiona placed her hand on his shoulder and he place his hand in the middle of her back. "Traditional colour I see? Look at Nano― ow!"