Masked strangers circulated the massive, golden ballroom. In the flurry, I became lost. Anybody who was anybody was here. Even a nobody like me was included. Up the staircase and beyond, laughter and chatter echoed up to the delicately painted ceiling.
The fabric swirling around my legs brought sweat between my thighs, not helped by the boiling crowd of people, but it was a ball gown after all. A sheen of sweat glistened off my collarbones. My dress swished around my feet, as I tried to make sense of the room.
The narrow silk dress wasn't exactly the fashionable bustle, but an imitation of clothes in years past. It was purple to signify the prince in 'Masque of the Red Death'. My mask sat snugly atop my nose. It was ornate purple and gold, painstakingly papier-mâchéd by me, and painted by Erik. The craftsmanship was undeniable. I'd already received four compliments.
"Y/n!" Christine called during a break in the music.
I snaked through the crowd to reach her.
"Christine!" I kissed both her cheeks.
She was also wearing purple but also an ombré of white and magenta. Small glass gems shaped to be stars shimmered in the chandelier lights. Raoul wasn't very creative: black suit with gold accents and his dress coat hung off one shoulder.
They didn't even bother to match like Erik and me.
"You won't believe it."
Christine pulled a ring suspended on a chain from inside her bodice.
"Don't tell anyone, not a soul, but Raoul and I are engaged!"
"I took your advice."
Raoul winked.
"You're welcome."
Heat rushed through my cheeks. They were still talking to me after all the trouble I caused them?
Christine squeezed his hand. They shared a loving gaze and fluttered off to dance.
I scanned the room. Erik would be here any minute. A hand clasped onto my shoulder.
"You look spectacular, Y/n." He whispered from just behind me.
"Erik!" I turned around.
"Dance with me, pet."
He offered a red-gloved hand.
"Of course."
He spun me around, my dress flaring out. We danced to the middle of the ballroom. He was wearing his red, heavily ornamented suit and a skull-shaped mask.
"Y/n!" I heard Meg call from the side of the ballroom.
"Little Giry." Erik sneered.
He spun me away from Meg. I would've liked to talk to her, but defying Erik wouldn't be a great idea.
"Meg's nice." I said.
"She tells tall tales. The idiotic ballet girls believe them."
"I never did."
His expression softened. His lips did anyways; his whole face was mostly covered.
"You entertain me so."
He twirled me quickly.
Meg passed me on the dance floor. Her partner was Celine, a beautiful ballet girl.
"Y/n!" She giggled, as she was whirled around.
Celine's dark black hair contrasted nicely against Meg's blonde.
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A Girl's Desire (Phantom Of The Opera x Reader)
फैनफिक्शन[COMPLETE] When Y/n signed a risky contract with the Phantom, then agreed to spend six months living in the basement with him, she was clueless about what the future held. Like the dutiful errand girl Y/n is, she follows his commands precisely-until...
