Hiding from Mr. Billionaire

2 Waltz

Vivian kept looking at the man who was looking around outside, eyeing her from time to time. She blushed. Maybe she didn't want to marry a man, but that didn't mean she had to deprive herself of one.

"I must say, he is quite attractive," Vivian said with a sly smile etched in her face. Ruby laughed and pushed her inside the mansion. "We missed the food," Vivian whined as she passed by the room the servants were cleaning up.

"No time for food," Ruby said. All of a sudden Vivian was thrust in a room filled with musical instruments. The room was lit golden by the crystal brass chandlers that hung from above, lit with candles. Men and woman waltzed upon marble tiles that stretched as far as the eye could see.

"Wonder what kind of man they must be, to own such a place," she whispered, eyeing the floral walls.

"He must be a beast to own such a think no doubt. Now look, the first waltz is about to begin!" Ruby said, pointing towards men an woman alike, facing each other. The band in the middle at the very end of the line silently got into their positions as everyone stared, memorized, as the first song started.

The key to Waltzing did not lie in the precise placement of ones feet, turn out of the toes, or anything of a sort. The posture is upright but not stiff; however the essence of Waltzing was keeping the beat and enjoying ones self.

Vivian watched a blonde in a white silk dress and a man wearing a black dress coat. The Lady's bottom skirt swayed with the music as she rotated hand in hand, alternating between two distinctly different steps. When the man is traveling, the woman was pivoting, and so forth. Then there came a second pattern as the violin changed it's rhythms, and the lady now was starting with her left foot, traveling. While the man executed the pivot step, starting with his right foot. The gentleman did not lead this dance and the women stood their ground as they both helped each other along, making a beautiful duo.

As the music died down they stepped back in line, both partners facing each other in their original position, having advanced a few feet around the circle and ready to begin the pattern again once the music started.

Everyone clapped when the band stopped playing and faced toward one another. The men bowed as the women curtsied. Vivian clapped as well, enthusiastic. As they line dissipated and people went back to their groups she felt a tap on her shoulders.

"May I have I next dance, my lady?"

She turned around and saw a lean man with grey eyes that now lit up. He was the same man she saw standing outside on the steps with his men. She smiled, "I'd be delighted." Vivian turned around and gave a slight courtesy before leaving with her sister and giggling.

"I knew it," Ruby whispered.

"Maybe I don't be forever alone," she joked. "At least not for tonight"

Before Vivian knew it, a man stepped in front of them. Their mouths shut almost instantly.  "Pardon me, my lady," said the strange man. He had deep blue eyes and golden locks. He smiled at her sister, exposing his child like dimples. They both stood there as he stared at Ruby intensely and not saying a word.

"I'm going to go get some water," Vivian said. She eyed Ruby with an reluctant smile. "I'll be back soon"

Ruby looked at Vivian briefly before walking away with the handsome fellow, arm in arm. Vivian smiled to herself and her stomach churned with happiness. "Oof-" she mustered, her body jolted to the side as if she were slammed abruptly by a hard stone.

Two hands caught her from falling. The man's face hardened like granite when his eyes laid upon her. They were a deep brown, beautiful, sad, pools of nothing in a seemingly dark abyss. Partly covered by his wavy locks of dark brown hair. Needless to say he wasn't perfect. Despite his hunter eyes he had a crooked nose, and bags under his eyes due to the restless nights. Vivian looked up from the floor and met his prominent chin, as well as his side burns, gaping. "I'm- I, I'm terribly sorry" she stuttered as his bold brows rose in scrutiny. If only his looks could kill, boy, would she be dead.