It was finally the day of the day of the ball. This would be my first contact with the outside world since the 'incident' and despite my situation, I was enthusiastic.
The sun couldn't set fast enough as I counted down the minutes until seven o'clock.
I wore creamy sheets of burgundy silk. The dress hugged my body with soft, sensual kisses.
Like a lover, it seduced the senses of passersby. It was fitted with uttermost skill—the art of pleasing.
It was set off by a fortune of rubies and diamonds that glistened around my ears, neck and fingers.
They were a gift from Keiser. They were spotted earlier on the edge of my bed enclosed in a small velvet box, with a letter stating very clearly that I should call him Kaiser from now on as 'Mr. Dietrich is his father.
As I followed Louis out of the suite, my hands were guided to my waist.
I walked down the staircase that wound up in a loose spiral, Kaiser being exposed in the process as he stood below the stairs.
My feet touched the last stair, I spotted our chauffeur who emerged from behind the corner to guide us the the limousine.
...
My gloved hands was met with that of Keiser's as he lead me out of the vehicle.
I was met with excited chatter as a footman opened the upper ballroom door, ushering us through.
Through the door, we heard the brief pause of the band before his name was called out, "Introducing, Sir. Keiser Dietrich."
There was smatterring of polite applauses from within the ballroom and I craned my neck to see just how full it was. This place was massive!
Once he was announced, we made our way down the stairs. I shot him a nervous smile and he squeezed my hand reassuringly.
We glided through the open doors, my jaw dropping as I saw the sea of people below.
The staircase curved around with a plush carpet placed neatly in the middle. It held a stark contrast to the ballroom below.
Huge columns lined the walls that held up the highrise ceiling that was lit by dozens of sparkling chandeliers that shone down on the people. The band was playing softly in the background, barely audible.
We descended from the stairs. "Champagne?" a attendant offered us. Nodding, my hand grasped the glass before chugging it down then placing it back.
"Only one!" he said sternly, "I want you in a clear and conscious mind until we've done our duties for the night."
I looked down in distaste. I blew my cheeks and glanced around for something more interesting than the babbling that was taking place around me. It seemed as if everyone was engaged in the most interesting of conversations.
My eyes travelled over the room admiring the lavish food and drink.
"Where is the host?"
"He will be introduced after the first dance," he replied.
"I see..."I said, utterly confused.
"You have so much to learn," he muttered.
After a while, who I persumed was the host, emerged from behind backdrop.
"And introducing Sir. Andrew Dietrich."
He strode through, pausing at the top of the stairs leading down to the ballroom. Several people exchanged gleeful smiles, women shooting seductive looks his way. He was devastatingly handsome in his blue jacket, sharing the resemblance of Kaiser. The dancefloor had been cleared and Andrew made his way through, heading directly towards us.