Hollstein Shortfics Collection

Hollstein: Meeting at a masquerade ball AU

"And then I said to him, 'If you ever match Beluga with Rosé again, we are done, darling'"

The group of five laughs at the end of the men's story. Well, at least four of them does. Carmilla Karnstein by her hand is stopping herself from rolling her eyes to the snob commentaries around her. She hates this kind of things. If it wouldn't part of her job she'd never had been there. But being the heiress of Lilita Morgan and the head CEO of the Morgan Industries had its perks with it.

Her sister Mattie, on the other hand, loves those parties where everyone's biggest goal is talk about their expensive trips to only God knows what countries in one of those self-knowledge trips, their millionaires business deals and the ludicrous amounts of money wasted on stupid things like luxury mansions or cars or privates islands. All of that with their families' money, of course.

The raven-haired woman is distracted from the talk for a heavenly sight across the room. A vision in white with the most lovely warm smile on her face. The one that makes Carmilla smile in real for once in the night.

The long honey blonde hair falling over her naked shoulders like silk makes Carmilla gulp hard. The woman is wearing a feathery white mask hiding the up side of her face, but Carmilla could still think she was the most beautiful woman she had ever met.

The tiny woman is sipping the last drops of her champagne flute whilst one of her hands is touching her red haired companion's forearm in a friendly way. Maybe 'too friendly' for Carmilla's taste.

The tall woman says something in the blonde's ear and Carmilla can see her ducking her face in embarasment.

She gets caught by the scene making her not hearing the voices calling for her name, until she feels her sister's elbow nudging her ribs.

"Millie, dear. Mr. Vordenberg here was asking you for the Lustig contracts"

"Uh... Yeah. We'll sign tomorrow. They fought really hard for the lands, but of course they couldn't refuse our proposition."

"Well, maybe it has something to do with you having the best lawyer in the country on your team" Says the old man wearing a golden half mask, that Carmilla could swear is made of real gold, he points to Mattie with his flute glass.

The same fake laughs are heard after Mastka whispered an 'Oh, Vordie' full of a false humility. Carmilla knows her sister is very proud of the prize she won a few months ago.

The CEO returns her stare from behind of her own black cat form mask to where the blonde was, only to find the redhead talking with a same height childish man wearing a purple mask, that imitates more to a superhero one than a venetian one.

"I honestly don't know how you managed to convince them, they didn't want to sell them to me." Mr. Vordenberg states with a bitter and curious voice.

Carmilla starts to look for the blonde and she can see her walking out to one of the building's balconies.

"Well, I think Matska could give you a better statement about it" The raven-haired woman states before excusing herself from the group and walking away from them.

Not without earning a hard glance from her sister that followed her path of view to let out a chuckled shaking her head knowing where her sister is leading.

Carmilla stops in front of one of the party's waiters to take two full new champagne flutes from his tray before continuing her way.

When she gets to the balcony the blonde woman is leaning over the banister hugging herself from the cold autumn breeze and looking to the sky.