The Last Dance
By Robyn Woodward
I took his hand and he led me onto the dance floor. My long, flowing black hair tumbled down my back in ringlets. I took in his figure, letting my eyes linger on the areas I liked most. I smiled as he wrapped one arm round my waist and pulled me closer to him. My heart began to thump beneath my silky red dress, and I swallowed slightly. I looked up into his eyes and gasped. It would seem they had changed colour since the last time I had seen them. If I recalled correctly, they were ice blue, and now, they were emerald green. I had a thought, and then mentally laughed it off. His eyes couldn’t change colour according to his mood, could they? When they were blue, he was rather grumpy, and now, he smiled at me, his brilliant white teeth gleaming in the dim light of the ballroom. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he muttered,
“What are you thinking, my dear?”
I smiled up at him, still twirling about the room, my eyes glittering.
“Oh, I’m just thinking… about you…”
I paused and he grinned.
“You are, are you?”
He questioned. I nodded and smiled at him and he lifted me up, twirled me round, and put me back down. My heart skipped a beat and then I realised how good a dancer he was. The last few men I had danced with were constantly stepping on my toes, but he was amazing.
“What is your name?”
I asked, purely out of curiosity. He looked at me and replied,
“My name? My name is Raphael. And yours… is… Ivy.”
I stared blankly.
I asked, out of my mind with shock...
“Your name. It’s Ivy.”
I smiled at Raphael and nodded.
“That’s right. Wow… how did you know that?”
He smiled at me and tapped his nose.
“I know a lot of things…”
I shuddered slightly and he held me closer,
“Are you ok?”
“Yeah, I’m fine …”
He smiled and I leant my head on his chest. He moved his arm to the middle of my back and squeezed me like he’d never let me go. The next man came to us and indicated we needed to swap partners. Raphael shook his head and simply explained that he’d arrived with me that night, and he intended to leave with me as well. The man backed off and went back to his other partner, who was wearing a purple dress. I could see why he wanted to switch... As she’d completely clashed her hair with the outfit, and looked awful. I sighed softly, realising my critical side was emerging... I closed my eyes and blocked out everyone else. It was just me and him, together. When the song ended, he asked me,
“Would you rather go somewhere a little more... quiet?”
I nodded silently, and he led me outside onto the balcony. I suddenly realised how cold it was that night, and I shuddered and wrapped my arms around myself. Raphael looked at me and frowned,
|Rachel Weisz||as Ivy|
|Ian Somerhalder||as Raphael|
|Sandra Bullock||as Priscilla (Ivy's Mother)|
|Willem Dafoe||as Dimitrius (Ivy's Father)|
|Chris Hemsworth||as Henri (Ivy's Suitor)|
|Amanda Seyfried||as Raine (Ivy's Best Friend)|