Lyla's maid is helping her put on her corset, and the whole time Lyla is off in thought. She can't get that man out of her head. Everything about him was mysterious, yet entrancing. The part that is getting to her the most is about what he said. He promised to be her protector, and said she was the only one worth protecting.
"Do you want it tighter miss?" The maid asks gently before tying the final loop. "I know that most ladies will have theirs a bit too tight tonight." She laughs a little, "Being as they will be around all the men and all."
Lyla just shakes her head gently, "No tighter. I am not in the mood to impress anyone by forcing myself skinny. If I am to be admired, it should be for me, not for how tight I can get my corset and still have the ability to breathe." The truth of it is, she felt lonely. Alexander in fact had been distancing himself more than usual. Lyla couldn't help but think it's because he's struggling with his demon side.
She slips on the dress, and stands there while her maid finishes applying the final touches. Looking at herself in the mirror, she can tell that she had a rough time sleeping last night. The scratches and bruises are proof enough.
"Maid, can you fetch me some elbow length gloves to match this dress?" Lyla asks gently as she smiles at the maid in the mirror.
The maid nods and turns toward the drawers. While she is rummaging through them, Lyla touches the cuts and tries to ease the pain. The pain wouldn't leave so easily though.
"Here you are milady." The maid hands Lyla the gloves.
As Lyla is slipping the gloves on, a tear runs down her cheek. She wipes it away quickly so as not to have to explain her feelings to the maid. Her whole body is in pain this time from the dream, not only her arms and legs. She brushes the worries away and thinks to herself that she needs to be strong.
She twirls around observing herself in the mirror. "You look stunning!" Says the maid happily, "No girl tonight can compare to you. All the gentlemen will want to dance with you." Lyla stops twirling and looks down, she has never fancied anyone before. Yet all these men want her to take a fancy to them.
The dress was a beautiful pink evening party gown. It was covered in black ribbons and lace, truly a respectable dress for a young noble woman. The black elbow length gloves actually seemed to compliment the dress very well. She was happy that she didn't have to worry about her father freaking out about her being dressed oddly.
A squeeking comes from the door as it opens. "Milady, the guests are starting to arrive. It's time for you to head downstairs." Ryan smiles and looks at Lyla, "You look astonishing!" Ryan seems captivated by her appearance, and shakes his head to regain his composure. "Lord LaHash is waiting just down the hall to escort you downstairs."
Lyla looks at herself once more in the mirror. She thinks to herself, that if she really is going to die from that demon, she might as well look beautiful for the occasion. For she wants him to remember the face of the innocence he took.
Ryan takes Lyla's hand gently and escorts her down the hall. There at the end of the hall, stands Alexander. He is smiling, and looks very pleased to see Lyla looking so lively.
"I'm so happy you're wearing that dress. It looks amazing on you, just like the last time I saw you wear it." The smile on his face is genuine, and Lyla could tell he meant it. The demon was safely dormant inside Alexander at this moment. She's just afraid of when it will wake up.
She smiles happily, "You really think so? I was worried that I might have out grown it, but no. It fits perfectly still." Lyla plans to enjoy tonight, because who knows how many nights she will have like this with the real Alexander LaHash.
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The Truth in Your Lies
RomanceLyla has grown up living a somewhat normal life, and she has grown quite fond of her life in the small town of Hale. Since she was just a baby she has lived with the kind and loving Alexander, and has accepted him as her father. Her real parents d...
