Dream a little, Dream of me

When I still see it all in my head In burning red

The ballroom was crowded with a host of swarming people that seemed to dance in formation as if it were a battleground. The famed musicians were playing melodies that seemed to liven up everyone's spirits and kept the people dancing and twirling. 

The halls were crowded with people in dresses and coats and masks. All clothing that suited the occasion, it was a masquerade. 

Lilliana was led by her brother and Vivianne who was his childhood friend on the occasion and the two couldn't stop talking and made it impossible for Lilliana to not fall asleep on foot so she rerouted as soon as the two busied themselves once again in only 'friendly' talking and giggling that seemed liked flirting.

She turned away from the tooth rotting fluff of their talking she seemed to sigh in relief as she now had no urge to throw up at their giggling. She took a few turns and reached to the entrance of the decorated ballroom. She stood there to look at herself in the mirror highly conscious of herself.

She was in a gown of lavish blood red, with a plunging neckline that seemed possible to ignore. The skirt of the gown had many strips of darker red pleated fabric sewn on. The frills were the petals of a rose. The sleeves ended short and her hands were adorned in red gloves that started from her elbow. The ensemble made her look like a blooming rose. 

Her hair had been braided half and tied into a bun and secured with a comb and the rest of her hair fell in curls. There had been beads strung into her hair and it suited the dress beautifully. 

Her face though had been covered by the mask she was wearing but the bronze dust on her eyes was noticeable and set the red off perfectly making it shine and shimmer. And her lips had been coated in red. Perfectly matching.

She set one of her curls in place and adjusted her red mask and took a deep breath before turning and entering the room. Who was who she had no idea so it was fair to say she looked confused. She moved among the crown towards the tables where bottles of liquor, whiskey and wine sat. 

She was pouring herself a glass, when a stranger approached her. She turned to look at them, her glass of wine in hand. 

The male rose an eyebrow at the color scheme.

As coincidentally it almost matched his. 

The male was dressed in white shirt that had the first two buttons unfastened. With a burnt orange (more to the red side) jacket over it and the same colored straight pants with shoes underneath. In the pocket of his jacket sat a white Lily. The male's auburn hair were messy. 

And the mask made his amber eyes look golden. 

"Surprising." She said

"Of course."

"You sound familiar." She said narrowing her eyes

A smile formed on his lips at that.

"You may have heard it in your dreams." He said grinning like an idiot

She laughed. It sounded joyful. Crisp and happy. 

When she looked at him he looked so shocked.

"Your laugh is beautiful." He breathed

"Thank..you." She said 

Her heart raced. 

"May I have a dance?" He said extending his hand forward and sketching a bow.

A smile bloomed on her lips.

She just placed her hand in his and nodded.

He pulled her to the floor, placing her hand on his shoulder and then placing his own at her waist, and then the dance began according to the melody.