Till Death do we Part Sebastian x reader

His Maid, The Devil's Trill

(Five/six more chapters left in this book and the Book 3 blurb. Although I graduated, I still have 4 jobs lmao)

"Remember, what I told each of you. Relax and have fun."

Opening the double doors to the opulent ballroom where you all were lined up, the lavish crystal chandeliers casting a warm glow over the entire room. Sister Agnes greeted the guests who decided to attend with a forced sweet smile. You've seen her smile, she cares for her girls. Strict, but you see it when she looks at them. It wasn't only women working there as you learned today, there were bellmen to help with the groceries and the heavy luggage. Everything else seemed strictly women only. You finally understood the young lord's pain after being subjected to a dancing lesson with them earlier in between chores. The chandeliers at the time were down for dusting while you and a few others were given lessons. In between the nonstop giggling, flirting, and chastising, you recognized the dance tutor as yet another person the young lord had on his payroll. Luckily, she didn't recognize you.

Most attendees were bachelor's but that didn't stop couples from trickling in. Some of your colleagues spread out immediately to dance or have a drink of the cheap champagne.

As always Ms. Hopkins delivered an overwhelmingly stunning gown. The shimmering shade of midnight blue complemented your skin tone well, black lacing details on the bodice only helped to accentuate your figure along with black velvet elbow length gloves. A simple black mask covered in satin rest on your face covering everything but your eyes and mouth. Melinda had tied it into a decorative bow behind the soft curls she struggled to put your hair in at Sister Agnes' request.

Melinda nudged you, subtly drawing your attention to a man in a mask at the far corner of the room. The golden lace obscured every possible identifiable feature including his eyes, yet you could tell his gaze was piercing you. It sent a shiver down your spine, and you moved out of his line of sight to down some bubbly champagne.

The scent of Earl Grey tea leaves wafted between the hints of champagne putting you at ease as you felt a welcomed presence behind you.

"How was it?"

You melted at the sound of his deep comforting voice.

"I've managed to humiliate myself and be a pity hire. Been diagnosed, told off, and medicated by a surly nurse, and accused of being deaf and illiterate in the span of a forty-eight hours. It's going well," you said bitterly between gritted teeth to your husband before turning to see him masked as well, his butler tailcoat traded in for aristocratic tails. Black glossy feathers trimmed, studded with black carbonado diamonds glittered in the warm orange light of the chandelier from his mask. There was always a little touch of his true self hiding amongst his clothes.

"My my, it seems I've been too slack with you for you not to be able to handle a few telling offs."

"I'll step on your toes, Michaelis," you mouthed off smartly.

"Would you care for a dance my lady?"

You shot him a look but without waiting for an answer he smoothly took your hand in his setting your glass down and led you into the heart of the grand ballroom. Glancing back, you saw Sister Agnes now near where the both of you stood and put two and two together.

That feeling of having your breath stolen away when you were in his arms was incomparable. It ached your very soul how much you loved this monster in disguise. You were in a trance. Sebastian was actually enjoying his time; his smile was there for you. No- because of you. You touched his cheek; your thumb caressed the line his mask made between cloth and skin as it slid down to twirl a feather.

"You know masks are for unmarried men," you whispered will unable to find your breath.

"And the maid position is for unmarried women."