A Last Dance

The night was adorned with stars sparkling like jewels in the sky. Below was crowds of dashing men in black and white coats and ties, and stunning women in long dresses with different accents and styles; Red and gold, pure white, navy blue and tiffany blue, black with silver spangles, purple with a pink scarf; and these beautiful ladies and handsome men are paired with their most favoured other.

Yes, the grand promenade held at one of the most luxurious hotels in the city was something all participants of said event looked forward to since the start of the year. Not only are the Kings and Queens of the night are being anticipated this night, but also the last dance.

Nothing is special with having a last dance with someone at a night like this, however, the question is "who is the someone?" and "why did the person choose him or her?".

And tonight, it will truly be a night to remember.

-A Last Dance-

Gregor Ivanovich steps down from his fine, luxurious car with his neat, black tailcoat, a white bow on his neck and a beautiful plump rose on his left chest. Ah yes, Gregor Ivanovich was born with a golden spoon, raised in one of the most powerful families in the country. Dashingly handsome with his neat silvered hair and slim figure. He waits outside the great white double-doors of the hotel watching the roundabout for the car of his date this night. A lovely woman named Elise Guenevere Petrovna.

Gregor waits in silence, standing outside the great doors as other guests pass and enter; Marie Helkins, Leopold Sveriges, Jacques Boiseur, Delilah Torington and other elegantly dressed men and women;

It is almost time... Where could she be? Gregor thought, checking his golden watch and impatiently pacing around, glancing at the roundabout where a beautiful marble fountain lies in the middle of the stone road around it.

Just then, a white vehicle arrived. It was not glamorous and luxurious such as his and most of the other guests' cars, but this vehicle, possibly second-hand, carried the most beautiful woman in Gregor's eyes tonight.

The beautiful Elise Guenevere Petrovna stepped out of the vehicle. Her silk white dress adorned with golden features shined in the face of the stunned Gregor Ivanovich. She carefully walked up the concrete stairs in her sparkling silver heels with her hands patting softly her beautiful long brown hair tied to a large bun, aided by her father. Gregor was stunned and she was beautiful.

"Shall we, Gregory?" she asked Gregor excitedly, looking at his smiling ebony eyes.

"Oui, Mademoiselle, let us go." Gregory said, taking her hand and staring into her walnut eyes.

Elise waved a goodbye to her father who waved back and entered their car and the two walked in the widely opened doors, Gregor's right hand on shoulder level, holding Elise's hand in the way taught to them by their instructor.

The program started a few minutes after they have entered the hall. It was wide and decorated elegantly from the white cloth hanging on the corners of the ceiling to the golden chandelier on the center. The tables were aligned and beautifully decorated with bouquets of flowers like red roses and chrysanthemums and were properly numbered from left to right, and there was enough space in the center for everyone to dance their waltzes and tangos.

"Elise" Gregor said nervously

"Yes, Greg?" she replied smiling

"I know it's probably too late but... could I have my last dance... With you?" He said feeling as if his chest was going to burst.

Elise's smile was slowly wiped off her face and she turned her head to look at the red rose on the table.

Why did I have to say that just now? I'm stupid, of course someone probably asked her already... Gregor thought