Sarah Labyrinth Ballroom Scene Novels & Stories

And yet, here he is, demanding my presence because the schedule of his precious mating ceremony can’t be inconvenienced. He really thinks I’m that desperate. He thinks I’m so hooked onto him and his empty promises that a few racks of expensive white fabric will heal me right up. “Then I have to come down,” I say, offering Sarah a small, pathetic, compliant smile. “Help me into a robe, please.” The grand hall smells like fresh wool, heavy starch, and the cloyingly sweet lavender perfume Lyria always drenches herself in. Racks upon racks of shimmering ivory, silver-threaded silks, and delicate lace stretch across the polished marble floor.

And judging by the number of admiring glances directed her way… everyone else seemed to think she did too. Sarah slowly placed her glass onto a nearby table. Without taking her eyes off Marilyn, she said quietly, “Stay here.” Joey swallowed. “Sarah…” But Sarah had already begun walking. Each step was calm, it was measured and deliberate. Across the ballroom, Marilyn happened to turn at that exact moment. Her eyes met Sarah's. The smiles disappeared from both women's faces. The music continued. The guests kept talking. Yet somehow… the space between them suddenly felt charged with invisible tension.

“I think you might be right. Too much noise and smells. It is all getting into my head.” I rushed to the balcony and breathed the fresh night air deeply. The blood-red moon was big and in the middle of the sky. It tainted everything crimson. It was breathtaking and terrifying at the same time. I closed my eyes and smiled when my mind conjured Sarah’s image. Tonight she wore a big golden dress; her creamy pearly skin glowed under the light. Her blonde hair was styled in waves and was left free. At the ball, everyone was taken by her beauty and elegance. She would make a great Luna. She completes me.

Something with the way she moves makes her feel like dancing but she knows she has two left feet. She sat on the bar, she was there just looking around, watching what other people were doing. But she couldn't take her eyes off the lady who was on the ledge. Something about her screams like she knows her, but she knows for a fact that she has not seen the lady before. She cannot find it in her memory when she could've met her when she appeared to be someone popular in the field of dancing or maybe she just loves to party. She waited at the bar counter, looking around and watching what would happen until the lady went down the ledge, she moved her way past a couple of people still dancing to t

"God, that sounds awful when you state it blatantly. But we must keep up appearances. We are not exactly a charitable or benevolent family." "You are most certainly not, but we are rapidly passing fashionably late." "Right you are, Vini. Remember, one step behind me, and watch yourself around Isaac." Lavinia nodded and fell into stride a pace behind Arabella as she sauntered down the hall. Descending the grand staircase, Lavinia could hear the muffled sounds of loud conversation and swelling music. She crossed the entrance hall with Arabella and followed her into the ballroom. The central part of the room was devoted to an enormous dance floor. Couples spun about it, a whirl of jewel

It was a hot summer night, with fireworks going off overhead. A woman that looked like she was roughly in her late teens, with long, flowing, red hair and bright blue eyes that seem more significant against her pale, almost translucent, skin, was seated, elegantly at her tarot table wearing a dark crimson cape with the hood pulled over her head, in front of the cathedral, where she could smell the river water on the wind while watching the other people in the square laughing and playing around as they enjoyed the celebration.

She would get pleasure from seeing her mangled body though, it was enough to have her cackling again. “Keep it down!” Sarah hissed, glad that the first part of their journey was over. They had gone through the private room, the ones left during the renovation of the estate and were back in the ballroom, albeit in the walls. The music was louder now. She placed her hand over the wall and felt it vibrate under her hand. They were so close. It felt exhilarating. Finally she would get her revenge on Myra. She had taken centre stage. Things that belonged to her! Sarah was happy to give her one last time in the spotlight. She was going to make sure Myra would be immortalized in the news after this

"Mr. Quinn, Lena… I’m so sorry." The voice came from behind me. I turned, and there was Janine, emerging slowly from the master bedroom. On the bed Michael and I once shared were the undeniable imprints of three bodies.

"Get Isabella to the basement." I caught his wrist. "No." He looked at me. His gray-green eyes mirrored my resolve. "This time, I'm not hiding," I said firmly. The front doors blew inward. Smoke and the metallic scent of blood flooded the air. Lorenzo stood in the doorway, his black coat splattered red. He looked unhinged. The tenderness I once knew had vanished. Red veined his eyes. When he saw me behind Dante, he smiled. "Isabella, my good girl," he said softly. "The ballet isn't over. Why did you leave the stage?"

I can tell by the way she pulls back to look at me that she knows something is fundamentally wrong, but she’s consciously choosing not to push me for the details just yet. I offer a gentle, lingering kiss to her lips as the only answer to her statement. I don’t have a good enough excuse to give her right now, so I opt to stay completely quiet instead. Sarah slowly pulls away from the embrace, her eyes tracking something happening over my right shoulder. Her lips purse slightly into a hard, tight line. I turn around on my heel, following her icy gaze across the ballroom to figure out exactly what she’s staring at. My stomach instantly drops straight through the floor.