Moonlight Symphony

4th Note | Enchanting the Doll

                All she can hear are gasps and murmurs. She felt the heated stares of the people around her as she was led to the center of the dance floor. She even saw her father drop his glass of wine from the corner of her eyes. This made her lips twitch up a little. She already expected this kind of reaction from them. Seeing Veronique Fiennes with an actual living creature is surely a once in a lifetime phenomenon. 

                She turned to the man beside her. He was calm, as if he was expecting all of this to happen. It made Veronique worry. ‘Did I fall into his trap?’ Her eyebrows knitted together a little. When she realized she was staring at Victor for far too long, she looked away, only to have Victor chuckle at her. That deep rumbling sound that came out of his mouth intrigued Veronique further. He openly tells people about himself but Veronique knows there’s so much more than what he’s saying and she’s not going to let this go until she finds out.

                Beautiful music was playing while they were dancing. It seems like everyone thinks they’re the perfect couple but Veronique doesn’t care, all she wants is to study the man in front of her.

                “You seem to be quiet, Ms. Fiennes.” Victor asked.

                “I’m observing you, Mr. Boilesveque.” Veronique replied, her expression is still impassive though a lot of things are running through her head. She heard that chuckle again. It irritated her.

                “You are very honest, Ms. Fiennes. Would you mind if I asked, what have you observed so far?” Victor was smiling, if it was any other woman, she would’ve been swept away with those deep dimples and those gentle eyes but Veronique felt nothing. She was never really interested in anything but books. She knows that girls of her age are already married or engaged but she was never interested in love. It’s just a waste of time. Why would you marry someone and promise everlasting love if you that person is going to die anyway?

                “I’m not done yet, Mr. Boilevesque. You’re very hard to read.” She tilted her head from side to side as if it will help her in her task. Victor can’t help but let out a very loud laugh, so loud that everyone in the dance floor looked at him like he was a lunatic.

                “You never cease to amuse me, Ms. Fiennes. You are, by far, the most interesting person I’ve ever met.” Victor can’t help but smile.

                “Stop with your flattery, Mr. Boilevesque. I’m not one to be smitten by your charms.” Veronique huffed her cheeks. When she realized what she was doing, she looked away, her face was flushed.

                “Flattery? I do not know what you’re speaking off, Ms. Fiennes. I’m simply speaking my mind.” Victor said, trying to hide a smile as he saw Veronique blush.

                “Well, whatever you are doing stop it! It’s very… irritating Mr.Boilevesque!” She said, trying to mask her embarrassment with anger.

                “Very well, Ms. Fiennes but on one condition.” Victor said, mischief can be heard clearly in the tone of voice.

                “And what is that?” Veronique asked, her embarrassment was quickly replaced by curiosity.

                “We will drop all formalities. You will call me Victor and I’ll call you… Vero.” Victor said. Veronique stared at him wide-eyed.

                “I believe we’re not that familiar with each other to do that and my name is not Vero, it's Veronique!” Veronique said heatedly.

                “But I am comfortable with you, Vero and you wouldn’t be dancing with me if you don’t feel the same. Vero suites you better than Veronique too.” Victor said matter-of-factly. Veronique couldn’t argue anymore.

                “I’ll take your silence as a yes.” Victor said, waring his most dazzling smile.

               Veronique was quiet all throughout their dance. She was feeling… strange. Her heart was beating so fast that she thinks it’ll break her ribcage and her face wouldn’t come back to its original color. She looked at the man in front her and to her surprise he was looking at her as well. His gaze made her breath hitch.

                “P-please stop staring at me, Mr. Boi-- I mean Victor. It’s making me feel uneasy.” Veronique said, suddenly finding the floor interesting.

                “I’m sorry, Vero. I couldn’t resist… you’re just too… beautiful.” Victor said, his voice was as gentle as a feather making Veronique’s knees melt.  Veronique’s breath got caught in her throat when she saw Victor looking at her. ‘Such an intense gaze…' 

                Time stopped and all Veronique sees is Victor. This is the first time she actually looked at Victor. He was very handsome indeed. His caramel orbs and silver hair fits him. It doesn’t look odd even with the contrast of color. ‘This is wrong.’ She thought.

                She freed herself from the hands holding her and ran away, leaving Victor dumbfouned in the middle of the crowd. She grabbed Sherlock from his seat and went to the balcony, in desperate need of fresh air.

                “I’m sorry I left you behind, Sherlock.” She hugged her bear. The night’s breeze was very cold but she didn’t mind. She needs it to calm her frantic heart. She never expected that this will happen. Her calculations were wrong. This man almost trapped her and this made her angry.

                “He’s a strange man, Sherlock. He made me feel… strange. I didn’t figure him out too. It looks like I’ve found my match… but London is just too small for the both of us.” Veronique said.

                That night, Veronique made it a mission to unravel the mystery that is Victor Boilevesque and possibly get rid of him too. Maybe then, she will get this bothering feeling out of her heart.