Farewell Waltz

Chapter 3: Lead Me

Woohyun loved attention, and loved it more, when he was the centre of it. Why is why, he was delighted, when his best friend, named Myungsoo Kim, an eccentric young man from a wealthy family, invited him to his latest party. And Woohyun loved it most, when it was an European centered party, with old music, a rustic vintage setting, and flashy dresses.

Myungsoo was known for his wild taste; maybe that was the reason he and Woohyun were best of friends. Be it the crazy ideas, thoughtless actions, or the need to prove that they were alive, they matched in ever single aspect. One thing didn't fill the criteria, though; the fact that Myungsoo had a fiancée, while Woohyun was never interested in love. But having to share his best friend with a woman wasn't that bad, not when the fiancée, Naeun Son proved to be in the same pot of crazy with them.

Woohyun let out a whistle, once he stepped out from his black Rolls Royce, and looked around.  A gothic building, which lain in its grand beauty, in front of his very eyes. Huge and a darker, washed gray, with the specific rosary windows at the upper floors, high walls, huge doors, with a fountain in front of the main doors, a path of white stones, and pine trees on each side, light bulbs accompanying the guests to the stairs; moreover, the place looked vintage enough to make everyone think they were in another era. It fascinated Woohyun.

And, the chilly, October air scattered a romantic feel to it all, just like it was expected. Even nature seemed to cooperate, whenever Myungsoo was up to something.

Men in expensive tuxes, and women in gorgeous gowns headed to the entrance, where two men, dressed as footmen welcomed them. One wouldn't say that place rested on the outskirts of Seoul. Apparently, it belonged to a European count, for some time. Until Myungsoo decided to buy it, and present it to his soon-to-be wife.

Woohyun began walking on the white pathway, taking in the beauty of a nocturnal autumn. He felt like a count, or a lord of a kind, at the very least, dressed in a tailored, dark blue suit, with an assorted black hat, white gloves and black shoes. A silver cane was of course present. He also managed to grab the attention of a good few ladies. Naughty them, he thought, and flashed them his most charming smile.

Red flickered in front of his eyes, immediately, effortlessly grabbing his own attention. When Woohyun lifted his head, he saw by the stairs the prettiest of women. She wore a deep red gown, her skirt making her pale skin peculiarly pale, innocently tempting, if such contradiction was possible. She wore a corset, which showed a bit of cleavage, and exposed her back. Her hair, her hazel hair was curled softly, and pushed softly over her right shoulder, making it so her face wasn't visible to Woohyun. White, lacey and embroidered gloves covered both her arms, up to her elbows, and she held her brown coat over her left forearm. Her neck was empty of accessories, and it was for the best. He couldn't see her face, because of her hair, so, driven by the need of finding out more about her, he picked up his pace, but, by the time he arrived to the stairs, she was already gone, melted in the ocean of people, her coat lost as well.

Slightly disappointed, he stepped in the grand ballroom.