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— A NEW DAY ? Yes.. Unfortunately, Cyrielle had been in here for as long as she remembered.. Now she doesn't even know what to think anymore.
"Out!" The maids who were in the room got startled, Jeremy stood in between the two door-doorframe, his hands on his hips as he glared at the servants inside. Cyrielle held up a hand as the maids started to scatter and run out of the room.
Jeremy scoffed, Cyrielle looked up after burrying her head onto the soft sheets. "What are you doing here..? The maids were about to spray the parfume to finish my looks" Cyrielle grumbled. Jeremy scoffed, the glint in his eyes shined with pure smugness and a hint of possessive.
"I'll do it myself, those maids weren't doing it rightly, don't you think you need a change of maids?" Jeremy spoke, those lies erupted to hide his true intentions and feelings, he walked over and sat down on the floor. His hand firmly grip her leg a few inches beneath her knee and pull up the parfume that the maid was about to spray.
Jeremy spray the parfume at the back of her knee, he always wanted to touch a few skin other then her hand.. The soft contrast of her skin must've felt ticklish with his hardened one. "Thanks.." Cyrielle muttered, letting Jeremy spray those parfume.
Jeremy although having another hard time trying to let go of her leg, Before then he did and stood up pulling the girl up along with him.
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Cyrielle stood in front of Jeremy, in the same garden he had showed her before, Cyrielle grabbed the hem of her skirt and spread it as she made a curtsy towards him... Jeremy placed his hand on his chest and lowered his head.
"Good" Jeremy spoke, Both of them walked into each other's direction.. Jeremy's hand felt the soft contrast of Cyrielle's hand gliding onto his palm to sank onto his warm grip. His other hand placed upon her waist as He grip it firmly, his stance mighty and high.
Cyrielle placed her other hand on his shoulder, the pretend music of waltz echoed within imagination.. Jeremy once again taking his lead for the dance, With Cyrielle following and responding to his every footsteps.
Cyrielle felt the movement, his and her mixing into one waltz, yet he seemed to change a few movements.. And suddenly it wasn't waltz anymore. ' A beauty to behold.. Yet an unworthy tittle by the ' Agriche ' surname.. But still as worthy ' Jeremy held the girl closer, taking his chance to take in the flowery scent of her hair.
He let go of her waist and pulled his hand that was hold her hand upwards, Cyrielle took the signal and twirled. Now with her back facing him, his hand held her waist once more their other hand connected, as Cyrielle's hand held over the hand that belongs to Jeremy that was gripping her waist.
The waltz didn't stop, Cyrielle's feet felt like feather.. Not a single clink of her heel was heard as they dance, the skirt of her dress flowed with the wind like blooming flower the loose transparent cloth of her bow flowing the same way. Jeremy didn't faltered his stance seeing the beauty bestow upon his view.. Instead he took the advantage to admire while leasing the dance along.
Funnyly enough, the blue under layered of her skirt along the rest that had the same colour fitted the current attire he was wearing... Everyone would have guessed they were matching attire but really their not.
Jeremy pulled his hand up, as Cyrielle twirled once more only this time the feeling of her soft hand glides away as she twirls alone pulling the hem of her skirt that blooms beneath the light, her silky hair scattered along the hair and Crimson eyes dim with enthusiasm glint. Soft blushed decorated her cheek the contrast of her soft coloured skin mixing with the pink-ish shade. Illusions of blooming white petals peeling off the exposed skin of her in the most beautiful way.
Jeremy was in awe, He didn't noticed his body stopped moving the moment his eyes landed on the scene in front of him.
Jeremy with full confidence March his way forward, the cost he wore flow behind him as he take his steps, his eyes shined brightly with admiration. His hands grip her waist and lifted her up giving her more extravagant scene to behold.. A beautiful saintest born from the devil.
The object of lies, The object that fooled everyone by the view.. But.. He's getting himself fooled also. The moment he let her two feets touched the ground both twirled, the mix constrast of her dress along with his coat flow in the same direction the transparent cloth of her bow flows along like waves.
Both hands now placed on her hips as her hands placed along his shoulders.
It felt like a real ball.. Yet they were dancing within an Imaginary music, they flow just like wind hitting along the sea that had reached the shoreline, eyes connected in a meet of clash..
"Your not stepping on any of my foot fortunately" Jeremy spoke, Cyrielle smiled as both of them stop at the end of the music. Cyrielle chuckled, She went down the skirt of her dress bloomes against the floor as she loweref her head, Jeremy held a hand on his stomach and one opening up his coat as he bowed.
"You did great, it feels as if we're in a real ball now you wouldn't embarrass the agriche" Jeremy winked as he laughed, Cyrielle only rolled her eyes with a smile as she laughed along.
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