𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮 || 𝐃.𝐌

𝐗𝐈𝐈

~∘◦ ❉ ◦∘~

~∘◦ ❉ ◦∘~

Crystal chandeliers were sparkling throughout the night in a large greenhouse of the Fletchers. The night sky can be seen above their heads through the glass roof, yet the stars are not visible to their naked eyes. The orchestra were in the middle corner of the venue, playing Très Jolie Op. 159, Waltz, while the bachelors were dancing with the lady they wish to call upon in the morning if the young ladies are lucky.

And indeed, this ball is a masquerade.

The ball was thrown for the Fletchers' only daughter in the family for her coming out after the summer season. Agatha Fletcher was her name, and she has rather grown beautiful throughout the summer. Perhaps the summer air in the countryside had made her exquisite. She was a year younger than the daughter of the Duke and Duchess of  Brightspire, Lady Aurora Delisle.

It was heard that the Fletchers were aiming for the son of the Viscount and Viscountess Barlowe, and yet the young man is nowhere to be seen, especially when a mask made one unrecognizable. He had escaped from them, in fact. However, he was not the only one escaping from those who sought their hands. There was this young lady getting lost in the crowd, trying to make her suitor lose sight of her. It was the suitor, which her mother had introduced to her. However, she finds this suitor rather an imbecile, a fool and has too much in his ego.

As she stepped into the centre of the dance floor, finding herself rather lost. She doesn't know where to go due to the dancing crowd, getting in her way. Now she felt dumb for thinking that entering the dance floor would be the best idea for her to hide. Only...

That is when someone immediately grabbed her hand and joined the cotillion.

She does not know who the man is, but she finds it utterly rude of him not to introduce himself properly or even ask her to dance.

However, as soon as she laid eyes on him, she recognized those eyes. The eyes that she once got lost in.

"You seem to be in distress, Lady Aurora."

—Y/n's POV—

I woke up, gasping, only remembering that smile plastered on his lips. But it slowly perished in my mind as I walked into the bathroom. This always happens every time I wake up. I only remember everything about one of his features for a second, but then it disappeared. My brain never let me remember his whole face even for a short while. It would always be his lips and his eyes, which I cannot remember the colour.

My eyes gazed upon the mirror after I splashed my face with cold water to wake me up.

Then a thought came to my mind. I have potions class in my second period, which means I would have to spend in hell because of one blond man who makes it miserable.