Intellectual homosexual and the Duke.

Chp. 10 The dance

(WARNING! This turns out to be a really depresso episode, so if you sensitive to sad shit and cheesy romance that includes heart break. Then I apologize now if you cry).

Logan's POV:

I ran the comb gently through my hair, humming as I did it and smiled in the mirror. All hat was left to do was to just put on the outfit Rose had picked out for me and I'd be ready to dance with Remus. I was so nervous that I felt like violent butterflies were trying to claw open my stomach. I ignored my knotted up stomach as I set the comb down and stood up, to show Rose I was ready to put on whatever she had picked for me. Audrey and Reina were there to help Rose and me with getting it on, so I could only imagine how complex the outfit was going to be. They all smiled excitedly as Rose slowly revealed what I was going to be wearing. When I saw it in all its glory I gasped and covered my mouth. The dress that hung there was magnificent. And never in my life would I have thought that I'd be so excited to put on a ballgown. The top was like a suit tunic which stopped at the waist, and the bottom part flowed out luxuriously. The sleeves were simple except it was stretched out for my hand to have it hooked around one of my fingers like a glove. The royal and dark blues were just absolutely stunning while the skirt part from the waist down was black with sparkly fabric that held specks of gold. More gold traced around the chest, and on the sleeves and chest they had a vine like design made of gold etched into it. I looked at all three of them tearing up and they all sighed happily as I laughed and thanked them.

"Let's get you in this then, shall we?" Audrey asked and I nodded eagerly as Rose brought out the garment.

Remus's POV:

AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Was really all I could think right now, I barely remember starting to get ready. But now all I knew was that it was going to be impossible to completely detangle my hair from the unkept and matted mess I had allowed it to become.

"So, will you tell him about the curse tonight?" Thomas asked quizzically and I nodded slowly and groaned in frustration with my hair, so I dropped the comb figuring it was useless to do anything with it. "How are you going to tell him?" He asked and I smiled cheerfully and excited, now remembering my planned out date night with the brilliant man I was going to see soon.

"Well, after we have danced, I plan on taking him to the West Wing, we'll just talk calmly and then I'll show him the mirror first, once he's seen that. I'll show him the lily and explain to him the curse, after that I'll... confess my feelings to him and maybe... he'll return them..." I said to the candelabra who nodded in approval and excitement to my plan.

"Excellent! This is absolutely perfect! Tonight's our chance to all be free once again!" He cried out joyfully and I chuckled at his energy until I frowned.

"But then I'll have to face... him... the asshole who did this to me" I snarled angrily and gripped the sink in front of me until my knuckles were white.

"Don't worry about your brother Remus, everyone here in the castle has your back" Thomas told me softly and I sighed while shaking my head clear of all the intruding thoughts going through my head. "And you should start getting dressed, we wouldn't want to keep your date waiting!" He added with a hearty laugh and I snickered along with him while nodding in agreement.

"Yeah, we wouldn't want that" I agreed and stood up to leave the bathroom to finish getting ready.

Logan's POV:

The dress was finally on and it was a perfect fit. Nothing was too loose or to tight and the dress cut off at the right length so I wouldn't snag it with my feet or trip over it when I danced. I wore some simple and comfortable flats to dance in that matched and right now all of us were gawking in the mirror at the outcome.