Temptation

3

The Big day!

Today is the traditional ball at the Davis mansion. The grand ballroom was decorated with the finest taste of magnificence and grandeur. The white fragrant flowers swirled around the gold embroidered pillars, holding the sparkling ceiling above. Within no time the guests soon started to arrive.

"Son, remember what I taught you?" Mr. Davis hissed into Vernon's ears as he poked him with his elbow.

"Yes yes, I remember, don't worry," Vernon said with indifference.

"Tell me what you remember," Mr. Davis intended to examine his son's memories, witnessing the ignorance that Vernon's mood held.

"Greet your lady with due respect by bowing down to receive her hand with your left forwarded, and your right hand at the back, right on the waist level," Vernon narrated correctly.

"Gmh. I'm surprised," Mr. Davis faked a cough as he wasn't expecting Vernon to actually memorize all those formalities.

"Not even surprised that you're surprised," Vernon said as he stood still beside his father, with his back straightened, looking straight forward.

The mass rush of the crowd at the giant gate continued.

"Hey dad?"

"What?"

"How long do we have to stand like a gentleman like this? You know? My back hurts already," Vernon frowned.

"Looks like this boy is going to put all my respect down in front of the crowd. Just a few hours," Mr. Davis answered as he let out a sigh of embarrassment.

"Few hours. I see. You kn--"

"Ladies and gentlemen! We cordially welcome you to the Grand Traditional Ball! I'd like to offer a toast to commence the ball. May you all raise your respective glasses and join the toast with us! To tonight!"

"To tonight!" the crowd spoke together in tribute.

"We shall now commence the ball. Ladies and gentlemen who wish to dance first, please step forward."

...

"Seriously? All women in this hall totally look the same," Vernon stated with dissatisfaction.

"Oh? Did you even look around each and every table?" Mr. Davis rolled his eyes at his son's stupid statement.

"You mean I should?" Vernon turned his gaze towards his father with a brightened expression.

"Go ahead boy. Greet the ladies with courtesy, and shake your hand with the men with gentry. Impress them with the manners of your blood!" Mr. Davis encouraged.

"Okay okay got it! I'm off!" Vernon excitedly said as he went off for a tour around the tables.

Vernon's POV

"Oh! Good evening Mr. Vernon! I hope you're doing well!" a random young lady dropped from the sky.

Greet the ladies with courtesy.

"Oh hello, my lady. It's a pleasure to have your presence here," I half-stretched my arm to receive her hand and pecked her fingers.

What's wrong with these ladies? None of them are striking enough.

"Oh my god! Look, there's Mr.Davis' son!" I heard a bunch of women scream out loud at my sight.

I continued to greet the ladies and men around as I enjoyed my tour until I bumped into someone.

"Oh no! My apologies. I didn't mean to--"

A fine young lady, with a symmetrical facial. Her hair, soft, coffee brown shade. Her neck so refined with those perfectly prominent collar bones. Her eyes, a gorgeous shade of ocean blue. Her curves so naturally built, and her figure itself so artistic.

I stood there, scanning the very person standing right in front of me.