Storm and Silence Fanfiction - The Moonless Night

My Auntie's Little Angel (Rewrite)

My aunt never liked me, and I certainly did not like her.

She was a bossy tyrant (Cough, Mr. Ambrose is worse, cough) that is obsessed with husbands. There, that sums her up pretty nicely. Oh, don't forget to add that she absolutely hates me, at least, before tonight.

It was a normal night, with the moon barely visible and the stars fogged up and gloomy.

Fantasy novels always told of a magical night with faeries and whatnot. Good thing I don't believe in fairy tales or magic.

Anyways, I never thought I'd be subjected to the marrying task tonight. After a back breaking day of work, I came back to the jealous stares of Anne and Maria.

"Lilly!" my aunt beamed, flinging her skeleton arms around me.

I flinched. I hated her bony arms and scary, black boots. Hell, those things are better than my solid heels for stomping on feet.

But, the only times when she was like this is either I got in trouble, or...OR

A suitor?!

I raised my eyes to her flushed face and grinning teeth. Her touch made me want to jump into the Thames. Yes, its definitely something about suitors. A very rich suitor.

"Who is it this time?" I groaned.

My aunt cackled evilly. "Oh, dearie, my little precious! It's Lord Dagliesh! He invited you to annual ball he has hosted. Oh, Lilly!"

She pulled back, looked at me like a piece of juicy carcass for sale, and crushed me again. I had a sinking feeling that she had just thrown me to the sharks.

Ella mouthed sorry to me. Alas, even the pleads of my sweet sister could not sway my aunt from a potential rich husband.

Lord Dagliesh, Mr. Ambrose's nemesis, has invited me.

Wink, wink!

I could see through him in a heartbeat. He totally invited me due to my charms, my fat dierre -

No no, my generous dierre, and my eloquent mouth. I knew I had the ability to melt a frozen heart. My only failure was Mr. Ambrose, and he doesn't count, because he doesn't have a heart.

The ball itself should have been appealing to any women. But I am but a lonely feminist, and cannot stop the tide of the ocean. All the nobles wore fancy clothes and glittering jewels. I on the other hand, wore something resembling a black witch's cape.

Real fashionable.

Well, all the more reason to get the hell outta here.

Where am I? You might ask.

Well, I am currently hiding behind a curtain. Real original, I know.

Knowledge is power is time is money.

I have to escape to live up to Mr. Ambrose's wise teachings.

I drew on my vast experience of escaping balls. Last time I had escaped using the gullible servants to get some manly clothes with the excuse of my poor cousin. Since I am very original, I went and lied to them again.

Voila! Cue the gentlemanly clothes, and proud smirk.

But now, more than ever, I did not fit. I mean, a plump, sweating gentlemen among the giggling ladies? Dead giveaway. I doubt Lord Dagliesh had invited such a personnel. Peeking, I saw Lord Dagliesh scanning the crowd, his eyes narrowing.

"Please don't ask my aunt. Please don't ask my aunt. Please don't ask my aunt." I prayed to the gods, "please save me, and disregard the fact that I don't believe you exist."

The gods must have heard my prayer, because Lord Dagliesh immediately strode to my aunt, and asked her.

It was interesting to see my aunt flutter her eyelashes when being spoken too, the very image of politeness and graciousness. Then that image was completely ruined  face grew red, swelling like a balloon. I was in serious trouble, but at that moment, I did not give a damn. Mr. Ambrose's precious secrets are at stake! Another angry pair of eyes, scanned the crowd, then narrowed.

I should really be getting along.

Too late.

His eyes locked on my curtain, and he started stalking toward me.

It was a very cruel joke the gods played on me that day.