Twisted Desire

Chapter six

~ Again this is just another filler, I reckon three more chapters before I have you completely gripped because that's when I can get down to the good parts. Another persons P.O.V will be included in the next chapter as it is necessary for the plot. Hope you guys like and please stick with this, your comments mean a lot!! ~

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"Amelia".

"Hmm" I broke out of my stupor and looked at Becky's frowning face.

"Amelia, where are you tonight? I don't think you've listened to a single word said" she replied, shooting me a  look.

I rubbed my forehead wearily and smiled,

" I'm just tired, sorry".

"No kidding"

I gave her a dry look.

"Then you haven't noticed your admirer either, I'm guessing".

This time it was my turn to frown, looking sideward as I raised an eyebrow at her.

" My admirer?".

"None other than Liam Harrington" she murmured, nodding her head toward the opposite side of the small ballroom.

" The baron's son?".

"The one and only" she replied, grinning eloquently before taking a sip out of her wine glass. We were no longer in our own town and I was unfamiliar with some of the guests here.

I remember seeing him at a few of these dances, always with lots of company as he was supposedly, the most sought out bachelor around. I also knew my Uncle had great respect in the man. As for Liam himself, I never thought much of him, there wasn't exactly any immediate attraction on my part.

I shot Becky a doubtful look before following her subtle head tilt. I couldn't see anything as the dancers whirled by, blocking my view. Suddenly my shoulder stiffened and the throbbing began again.

Now that I thought about it, I had been pain free for the last few hours. I was silly to not have made the most of it. Lord only knew how long I would be dealing with it now.

Sighing, I chose to simply ignore it. For now, I was going to try not to let it consume my thoughts.

I blocked the worrying feelings for the moment, as best I could at least.

Curious, I arched my neck and stood on tiptoes so I could see over the laughing, fast-paced couples.

And at the exact moment I managed to make out Mr.Harrington, the dancers broke apart and I was caught red handed as I openly studied him, just as he turned and caught my eye.

Oh Lord.

I broke contact immediately, instead pretending to watch the dancers as they moved around the room. It was not as rehearsed-like as at the royal ball but I found it just as enthralling.

Envy and nostalgia gripped me all at once.

I was envious of the laughing, red-faced, carefree people whirling around in front of me. Sad at the thought that only three weeks ago, I was in this exact room feeling the exact same.

It was mostly all the younger people that went to these things, both wealthy and middle class alike so the atmosphere was more easygoing. I would have enjoyed the easiness had it not been for my personal enigma.

" Well, that wasn't obvious".

I turned to Becky and tried to hold back a smile as I went to nudge her.

"It's your fault, you said he was looking, I was simply confirming it".

She rolled her eyes, easily dodging my attack.