Moonlight Ballroom の小説・ストーリー

The great ballroom of the mansion sparkled like a dream, lit by cascading chandeliers that seemed to dance with the elegance of a thousand twinkling stars. Guests moved gracefully across the polished marble floor, their laughter and conversation blending harmoniously with the soft strains of classical music played by the live orchestra. Lily stood near the towering double doors, her palms lightly damp as she welcomed each guest with Lucas and Liam on either side of her, Alpha Dean and Luna Ariel just a few steps away.

On the Gala Night, the last evening, The ballroom of the Montclair Grand Hotel shimmered like a sea of stars. Crystal chandeliers scattered light across polished marble floors, reflecting the glittering gowns and tailored suits of the world’s most influential business figures. The air carried the scent of roses, fresh champagne, and soft perfume… a heady mix that made the room feel both opulent and suffocating. Kiara adjusted her silver silk gown in the reflection of a floor-to-ceiling mirror, smoothing the fabric over her shoulders.

POV: Kai The lodge door shut behind us with a solid thud. Stone. Wood. Wards older than anyone currently breathing. Good. Maya looked around, absorbing everything at once—high ceilings, claw-marked beams, the faint hum of something protective in the walls. “So,” she said finally. “This is… aggressively cozy.” No one laughed. She sighed. “Worth a shot.” I turned to Rowan. “Sit.” He didn’t argue. Progress. I looked at Maya.

The glow of the computer screen illuminated the dim room, casting a soft light over the elegant venues that filled my inbox. The Starlight Ballroom is renowned for its celestial ceiling and glass walls, offering a panoramic view of the Seattle skyline. The Cascadia Gardens, with its lush greenery, sparkling fountains, and an enchanting maze of flora that, led to a beautiful gazebo at the center.

“Wolfless.” “Petyr, be nice,” Alessia said with no threat in her tone. I felt my lips curl in disgust. I nodded back at him. Loren’s hand grabbed at my elbow. “Did anyone walk you through the steps of the Mateball?” she said gently. I shook my head. Alessia took another sip of her champagne then addressed me. “It’s simple really,” she said. She gestured to the ceiling above the dance floor. A giant window was radiating the night sky down onto the dance floor. People danced joyously under the moon as it edged closer and closer to being directly above the dance floor.

They were cruel and crude, letting their hands roam over her body and making it very clear what they wanted to do to her. Behind her I saw the doors to the great ballroom had been thrown open to allow the cool night breeze to flow around it and I could see the night sky was clear, inky black with the stars shinging brightly. It was a beautiful night until I heard some of the guests becoming restless and begin pointing up at the moon. 'Hey, will you look at that? There's a lunar eclipse occurring.'

And honestly, I don’t know if that promise is the kindest thing I’ve ever done, or the cruelest. Tyler takes my hand as we head into the breathtaking ballroom. Crystal chandeliers scatter golden light across polished marble floors. Round tables draped in ivory cloth fill the room, each centerpiece overflowing with white lilies and eucalyptus. A small jazz band plays near the dance floor as waiters weave gracefully between guests, carrying trays of sparkling drinks. It’s all so… sophisticated, exactly what Mabel envisioned. “Whoa.” Alex whistles softly. “I’m afraid to breathe in here.”

~ Amara ~ The Moore Crest ballroom was a cavern of shimmering gold and predatory smiles. Crystal chandeliers hung like frozen explosions from the ceiling, casting a light so sharp it felt surgical. I stood near a marble pillar, my fingers tracing the cold stone. I was wearing a gown of midnight blue silk—a "perfect" choice vetted by Selene’s stylist—but the fabric felt like a shroud.

FIVE-STAR HOTEL GRAND BALLROOM] The grand ballroom of the Rosewood Hotel had been transformed into something out of a fairy tale. Crystal chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceiling, casting prismatic light across the room. White and gold fabric draped elegantly along the walls, interspersed with cascading arrangements of white gardenias and pink peonies, Shayla's favorites. Round tables dressed in ivory linens surrounded a spacious dance floor, each centerpiece a work of art featuring candles and more flowers.