The Masks We Wore

               There was no doubt that Satine was endeavoring to catch a husband of importance and worth, but when she chose my Angelo I became a monster; a Beast that could not be witheld from ripping her head off. Since I remember I have always had a keen disliking for her because she had everything when I Ultimately had nothing but the comfort of my beauty and the warmth of my childhood playmate. My Angelo was witty, good natured and had a passionate personality. There was no better man to have in your hour of need. Now the story…to begin the story, the story that would be the end of me.

                    It was a warm summer’s eve when the Dubois’ ball was at its best, never before had they thrown such a beautiful ball, with the band as lively as ever and the crowds dancing with their beautiful partners in the golden ball room with crystal chandaliers. The smell of sweet roses and honey in the air…It was all too perfect. Suddenly all of the music subsided and all became quiet as a page boy appeared at the doorway. In a shaky voice he announced a name, the name that turned my stomach into knots with rage. “Introducing madmoiselle Satine Lane of Paris, France.” It was precluded for all of the people there not to take interest in our new guest. Every woman tried to pry their partners eyes off Satine but it was of course no use Angelo and I were across the room giggling and mocking the maiden who had the gull to pick her head up and call herself one of the finest beauties in France. But there was something there that was just different, something all together alluring; she was a threat to all women. The way she rolled her R’s and pronouced each word…like she was always breathless. She was dressed in a champaign pink ball gown, her wavy blonde hair done up with a beautiful crown of pink roses atop her tanned head. She walked through the entrance with an arrogant but graceful stride, her perfect nose in the air as if she smelled something she didn’t like but smiling with her thin pink lips. There where whispers and gasping but eventually all returned to normal and the band started a somber tune.

                          Every man there dropped their partners in a haste and rushed towards Satine’s pink ball gown almost crushing the lovely lace and pearls that hung off her shash. All of them did this…all men save one. Angelo kissed my hand gently and asked “ may I have this dance madmoiselle?” I felt my whole body shake and quiver with a warm delight I gazed up at the paintings of cherubs upon the golden flecked celling and finally caught my breath and grinned “ I suppose sir…If you must” we glided past all other dancers and seemed to stand out or so it seemed. Everyone was looking at me and my Angelo. He was the finest dancer that I ever beheld and one of the handsomest men in England. Maybe that’s why we caught their eyes or maybe its because of our unusual dress. Angelo and I always made a point to stand out from the crowd or the “flock of cattle who followed one another” as Angelo put it. I wore a red silk gown that clung to my pale white skin gliding against my hips and showing off every detail of my body. My Dark brown ringlets clung to my back, laced between them was a chain of pearls leading to one tear drop sized ruby that lied against my forehead forming a band. A single lock fell in my face and lead to my eyes that were as black as Ebony and full of passion. My partner wore a black shirt grey bowtie and a grey waistcoat with a silk top hat and grey trousers. His brown cheek bones perfectly chisled just like his perfect nose and moderately sized lips. Like ripe cherrys. With intense grey eyes that seemed silver if you looked at them long enough. I could not take my eyes off him as he pulled me closer petting my scarlet cheeks, like nothing could ever deter him from me. He nestled his cheek against mine and whispered softly in my ear “ I love you, forever and always. I’ll never leave your side” I felt alive at that single moment. But every beautiful moment has to come to a close.

                      When we fell out of amazment of eachother everybody on the ballroom floor was gone; men were too busy admiring the wretched witch and the women were sitting at the rusty golden tables envy in each face. The beautiful shadows of candle light bounced off his face and his eyes sparkled with happiness as we continued to dance slowly against the beat of the orchestral band. I looked up brifley from my wonderful day dream to find Satine glaring at me with her hazel eyes. She lost all composure and went up to David (the most good looking) and said with a sweet smile and ill will in her eyes “will you not ask me to dance David? How I long to feel your wirey arms around me holding me tight” The young man looked surprised that she asked him but eagerly said yes and put her arm through his leading her out onto the dance floor leaving a trail of unlucky fellows behind. Angelo and I were totally unaffected by her and continued to look at eachothers eyes with admiration. Her riged hazel eyes were now awakened by a sudden fit of passsion and her face grew terribly ugly, engrossed with hatred. As I looked at Angelo my cheeks began to grow hot and I bent my face down but looked through my lashes shyly at him. He started to giggle and pulled up my face forcing me to look at him and said in a serious tone " I want to remember this night forever and how beautiful my wife was, I want to see if I can find your pupil through the black fog of your eyes."He looked into my eyes searching for the mystery that was behind their walls.The dance had ended and now satine had a smug look upon her face then the smug look turned into a grin most unatural and evil.She faked a bewilderment and said with a gasp " Oh! my poor heart!" and fell to the ground. Knowing my noble partner I held him in my grasp, I knew He would go to her. She knew his weakness, damn her.