My Love from my Photograph

Part 11

(Y/n)'s POV

I made my way to the front of the entrance, I was told to wait for him before we enter the ballroom. The crowd was growing big and my heart was pounding hard, as I'm not used to be around this huge group of people. Where is he?

My anxiety was soon replaced with relieve at the minute I saw him. "Good day, mon chéri. Ready to go?" He offered his smile as he took my hand.

"I th-think so..."

"Let's go in, milady, shall we?" He then leaded me into the ballroom. I looked around when we enter the ballroom, the bustling crowd having different conversations, a huge chandelier hung up in the middle of the ballroom, with tapestries as the decorations of the room. It's far more noisy from my manor, but there was so much to see!

Joseph held my hand for almost all the time here and there we went. Just right after we had some treats at the corner of the room, the ballroom dance for everyone then started.

"May I have this dance, mon chéri?" He bent down as he reached out his hand, waiting for a response.

"Um, y-you may..." I slowly put my hand in his,"Great! Let's dance." He then held my waist with his left hand when we got into the dancefloor.

"B-but, I'm not that much of a dancer--"

"Is it? Well, I'm sure you'll do fine. Just follow my lead, alright?" He pulled me closer into him, we're almost sticking to each other. My face was flushed with a blend of pink and red.

At first, I thought it would be very hard to catch up to his steps, but it actually did turn out well. Our gaze locked as we dance, the music had faded the anxiousness in me, and I enjoyed it when we dance, twirling in the ballroom like as if the time would always be stuck right at that moment.

At the end of the dance, Joseph's hand slowly moved upwards from my waist, going up towards the back of my neck, which sent an electric pulse down my spine. Then he pulled me into a soft and passionate kiss. When we broke it, he gently tucked a white rose behind my ear.

"The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
Or the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.

But I send you a cream-white rosebud,
With a flush on it's petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest,
Has a kiss of desire on the lips."

He whispered the lovely poem into my ears, then he gently added the last sentence,"Would you be forever mine, (Y/n)?"

He smiled as I stood there, blushing madly. He tilted his head a little while waiting for my answer.

"Yes." He hugged me as I said it. Yes. I may be shy and fearful sometimes, but Joseph was always there to help me. This was how he showed his love to me."I love you, my dear (Y/n)."

In his warm embrace, I returned him a whisper,"I love you too."

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I wake up in my bed, Joseph must have had brought me back. The dream from last night was also a heart-warming one for me. I blush when I think about it again. How is he doing now? I hope he feels much more better now.

"Good morning, Miss (Y/n). Are you going to get things ready for tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow? Why? Is it something special?"

"Oh dear!!" Violetta looks scared towards my response, I know she's just joking, but I still cannot understand what is going on.

"Miss (Y/n), tomorrow is Valentine's Day!! Aren't you going to prepare something for Mr. Joseph?" She holds my shoulders and stares her wide eyes into mine.