My Paradise

My Paradise-- part three

My Paradise- Part Three

The door opened, and I stepped out. The chilled night air felt very strange upon my skin. My dress that I am wearing, is half way down my thigh, the bottom of it flows freely away from my legs, and my bare shoulders have goose bumps. I gently move a strand of loose hair behind me ear, allowing my spaghetti straps of my dress to peak out. I then turn to thank the driver, and he looked startled, as if this was the first time he had been spoke to with kindness. The driver then smiled, and showed the way to the ball.

Luckily, the heels that I was wearing were comfortable, because it was a long walk. We walked mostly in silence. Sometimes the driver would ask if I needed a break, but I would only reply if he needed one. Every time, this made him briefly stop, turn, smile, and then continue walking. At times I would stop to admire Nature's night life. The sounds were amazing. They sounded like they came from a movie, or soundtrack. Crickets were chirping in perfect tempo , and harmony, leaves were shaking in the wind, creating an unique, orchestra of their own.

All of a sudden, the driver turned to me and said," I don't who you are, but you seem sweet, and innocent enough. So, I beg of you, be gone form the ball by two o'clock, for after that hour, the party gets out of hand, and very dangerous. Oh- and by God's Grace don't remove your mask or get to know anyone, for not everyone is as kind as you are."

My shocked expression must've shown through my mask, for he continues on.

"I will be here half-past two. If you heed my warning, I will show you the way back and give you a ride home."

We now, were coming upon a full-bloom garden, with a tiled walk way. The driver then took my arm, in a manner as a gentleman would a lady. Then the house came into view. The word house is an understatement. This abode was a mansion. It had a wide arc door, made of a deep-color wood of some kind, that opened like French doors. When we walked in, I heard trumpets blow, but no one announced my name. My gentleman then left, without notice, leaving me at a ball, where I didn't know anyone.

It is now a quarter past twelve, and I have been reliving my walk with the driver, along with his warning, in my head ever since I arrived. Now and again a mysterious stranger would ask for a dance, but I would simply lie, and say I couldn't. But, this new guy that was walking towards me was different. He carried himself differently than the others. He didn't slump over as if he were drunk, he didn't carry himself with an arrogant air, but walked as a cat would. It was almost like he glided over to me, and froze time as he introduced himself to me. I nodded, and introduced myself under a false name, remembering the driver's warning. Then this strange man smiled, as he took my hand, and led me to the middle of the dance floor.

Then, for once in my life, I danced gracefully. We first danced a wonderful, and graceful waltz, then a classy foxtrot. During, which my dress flowed out from me, creating a sea-green whirlpool that sped up, the more I twirled. Soon we were dancing to a daring tango, after many other calm, polite, dances had come, before this, exhilarating, blood-rushing, dance. The more we danced, the more the story grew. The story came from the dance. First the story is simple- boy likes girl, but girl doesn't like boy. Then slowly, the story became complex.

With every break apart and pull together, the story unfolded. Telling of how, a girl likes this boy, but knows that they can never be together, at the same time not being able to stay away from him. While the boy is struck by an arrow from Cupid, and couldn't understand why the girl continually refused him. For he was blinded by hope of getting her lust in return.

Then out of nowhere the story stops playing out, and the actors bow to the crowd that had encircled them. Afterwards, escaping through a back door, leading straight into the full-bloom garden. We walked, and talked as the night grew on. Then as each stroke of two chimed loud, the stranger pulled me closer to him. In doing so, he caused me to drop the lovely bouquet of flowers that he had picked me, and he yanked off his mask. For a moment, and only for a moment I gazed at his face. His eyes piercing peridot green eyes, hoping that I would remove my mask. His face, heart-shaped, confident, stone-like with the hope of seeing his mystery girl, His mouth tied in a closed grin, with worry and happiness.

All at once a line from the warning ran through my head," Don't remove your mask." At this I bid the stranger a goodbye, squirmed out of his grip, and dashed into the forest.

Running in the forest, I could hear the stranger's heavy footsteps right behind me. So, I take off my heels, and sprint deeper into the forest. I never slowed down, never looked back, and almost ran into the driver in my hurry. He only asked if I was alright, and if I had followed his warning, to the point, before we sprinted back to the carriage. Soon, the horses were racing off into the moonlight, with the driver driving them ,full force.