Sweet as Sugar

Dancing With Death

As the ball drew closer Camille's nerves became more and more frayed. Her mother kept reminding her that her future depended on finding a wealthy husband. "Camille, that means no more sneaking out at night. What if someone saw you! Your prospects and reputation would be ruined!" shrieked her mother. "I apologize mother." said Camille blanky. The night of the ball sent the house into a frenzy. Servants were rushing to fetch all the dresses, accessories, and the carriage to taken Camille and her mother to the ball in town. Camille was dressed in a gown of emerald green that made her dark hair stand out and her eyes appear an even darker shade of chocolate. "Camille you look radiant," her mother cried. "As do you mother," Camille responded in turn. Her mother was dressed in a gown of fine black lace overlaying a yellow-green satin.

At the ball Camille scanned the room looking for anyone that seemed out of place. Her eyes were caught by the raven haired boy she knew all too well. Moving closer to him she hissed, "Alexander what are you doing? I have this all under control." Alexander smiled resembling more a shark that a man, let his eyes rake up and down her body and spoke, "I am here just to have a grand old time and yes to help you." Turning away in a huff Camille continued her search for the spy. After dancing with those who asked her and an unsuccessful search of the grounds and ballroom she felt a tap on her shoulder. "May I have this dance?" asked a sly voice. "Fine, but you have to tell me any information you might have found out tonight." Camille stated. "Of course milady," came Alexander's swift reply.

Twirling around the room provided Camille a way to look around without looking suspicious. Gasping she saw the spy sitting up stairs on the balcony. "Look there he is," she told Alexander. Looking over her head he nodded in approval. "Let's go get the Yankee," he said coldly. As they moved up the stairs to the spy, Camille saw Alexander fumbling in his pockets for a pistol. "Seriously, you forget your gun now of all times?" Camille fumed. Drawing her's form the folds of her dress she passed it to Alexander. He looked at her questionly. "If we get caught it will look less suspicious if you have the gun not me." she reprimanded him.

As they neared the spy he saw them and started to run. Alexander fired a warning shot and the man came to an abrupt stop. As he pleaded with the two assassins a thought struck Camille. "Why don't we handcuff him to the balcony and let the police come and get him. It won't raise as much suspicion as a dead body would," Camille said to Alexander. "Brilliant, my dear, absolutely brilliant," replied Alexander. After handcuffing the spy to the balcony Alexander turned to Camille. "I believe you owe me a dance Camille, after all ours was interrupted," said Alexander grinning. "I suppose I could allow that," replied Camille grinning slyly up at him. "You know what my mother is going to say after our rather abrupt exit," groaned Camille. "Let them say what they will, I have a dance to collect upon," Alexander said smiling down at her with a twinkle in his eye.