Enticing

Brilliantly colored skirts swirled past each other, swinging their strategically placed ribbons with pride, and strong hands, placed firmly on the smalls of silken covered backs, gently lead the way. Couples held close to one another elegantly making their way across the floor. Bold colors clashed against each other, and the delicate masks gave the scene an aura of mystery.

Her dramatically red-stained lips were bright against her rosy skin, and her auburn hair matched well with dark burgundy silk that she wore. Across the room she would watch politely, as the other girls her age were asked to participate in the next dance. The brunette would observe the groups moving in perfect synchronization to the steady beat; she could hear the harmonization of the tap of feet, swish of the dresses, and the melodious notes.

Her curious brown eyes fell deep into gray pools. When he could, he would catch a glimpse of her delicate features on the other side of the grand ball room. Silently, he wondered what she could be thinking about his somewhat untidy hair, or his stiff black suit. She was too much of an angel, in his eyes, to even notice him. But, he couldn’t help but smile, moving closer to his personal, petite siren in red.

Pulling up her dress, she curtseyed, golden-brown curls dropping in front of her face. He, in return, bowed low, he held out his hand, silently asking her if he could have the pleasure of the next dance. No words had been exchanged as she slipped her hand into his. The dance will never stop, and nothing will be the same.

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A/n. Short story I had to write based on classical music I heard.