LONDON III

“Well then see you girls later” Jen also walked away leaving just her and Glenda.

“I think we should split up” Glenda said with lips pressed together. “Mademoiselle said we should observe the debut and I think we will be able to do that better if we went our own way”

“Okay, but don’t go too far”

Madison slowly let go of her hand not wanting to be left alone all by herself, she had always had a hard time trying to start and keep a conversation with people she didn’t know or was not familiar with, so she didn’t know her she was supposed to INTERACT and mingle.

She stood by herself at a corner silently observing everybody else and watching the debuts cautiously, she sported from the corner of her eyes Jen being led to the dance floor by a young boy a bit older than her, while Glenda was at the sidelines also having a conversation with a group of boys and girls.

She took in a harsh breath silently wondering how the talked with this strangers with so much ease, it was probably because they were both charming and impeccably beautiful that anyone won’t have a problem talking to them.

Glenda and mademoiselle Salome often told her she was beautiful but she doubted that, she wasn’t blonde or raven or even blacked haired she was just a simple girl with extremely brown hair which looked black and sparking grey eyes, there was nothing special about her or her appearance so she had always wondered what they saw in her, but today her doubts about her appearance was confirmed when no boy approached her to talk to her.

She was sort of happy because she didn’t know how to talk to a boy and couldn’t remember the last time she actually talked to one.

But she admired them all right, some of the boys present where blonde, green eyed, black hair and whatnot the all looked different and handsome, she also found some very attractive ones among them and one in particular caught her eye.

He was a blonde and was quite tall, he looked no more than sixteen, but she soon noticed that she wasn’t the only one whose fancy he had caught as she saw a lots of young girls most older than her also staring at him as the formed a cluster around him, they were all so beautiful and perfect that she knew he was never going to notice her among the crowed.

But while Madison was so engrossed in staring and observing other people she didn’t notice the stares she was getting herself.

Almost all the young boys present were discreetly looking at her, trying to place her in their memory but they had none of her.

She looked completely stunning in her eye catching ivory gown and long brown hair that anyone who passed by gave her a second look before continuing to walk, and when she smiled her two dimples seem to attract them even more as she looked simply gorgeous.

None of the boys approached her to ask for a dance because they were scared that she was going to turn them down, little did they know she was itching to go to dance floor that she would have accepted anyone to dance with regardless of who they were or how they looked like.

Feeling tired from standing in one place for far too long she decide to explore the wonderful looking ball room by walking around taking in the beauty of the place and giving back hers in return.

The room looked just like a fairy tale castle to her that she got so engrossed in staring at the beautiful paintings which she guessed were mostly about English lords and duke, all who were known in past history either for their courage or bravery, she was just about to step back and look at the next painting before she felt herself collide with someone.

The force was so strong that she fell backward but before she hit the floor, that someone caught her by her arms and jerked her close, she had closed her eyes initially when she felt the impact of the hit and thought she was going to fall down, so she gingerly opened her eyes to see what or who had saved her, and upon opening her eyes she felt them widen a little bit more than necessary.

The person standing in front of her was… she couldn’t describe him, he looked unearthly, simply unreal to her; he had Deep Ocean like eyes which had her captivated and spellbound for a moment before she snapped out of the trance and took a step backward.

“I am sorry I didn’t see you there” she quickly apologized and felt like leaving there not liking how this person made her feel.

“its fine” his voice sounded so manly that she had a hard time compelling herself to move, finally getting her bearing back she gave a small curtsy and was about to leave before he stopped her “do you care for a dance?”

She took deep breath not knowing how to respond him or how to even feel about it.

She could see young ladies practically drooling and throwing seductive glances at him and honestly she couldn't blame them.

The man was sinfully handsome with his dark luscious black hair and strong sharp jaw line. he was very tall, at least two head taller than her, he looked like he was around twenty or nineteen and judging by the attention and commotion his presence seemed to have caused among both the male and female population she concluded that he was a man of high standards and was obviously very rich because of the type of clothing he wore. And here he was, asking her to dance when no other person had tonight.

Gingerly placing her hand in his outstretched ones, she nodded and he led her to the dance floor.

He took her other hand and placed it on his shoulder while she straightened her back and silently cursed herself for being late for all Miss Greta dance classes.

As the both swayed to the music lightly, she noticed that people were now leaving the dance floor and before she knew it was only the two of them still dancing.

Who exactly was this man? There were many people who kept watching them and she felt so uncomfortable, she felt her cheeks turn red all over due to the attention they were getting. She tried to keep her head straight by not looking in any specific direction.

“Feeling overwhelmed by the attention?” he spoke again with that deep baritone voice of his and she looked up to see him staring intently at her which made her turn more red.

“Yes, it’s quite uncomfortable”

He leaned down and whispered into her ear “will it make you feel more relaxed if you thought they were all wearing potatoes sacks” straightening back up he saw her confused reaction with a small frown on her lovely face and he continued talking

"when I was younger, I used to feel intimidated by all the stares and attention I was getting but my brother told me that if I imagined that they were all wearing potatoes sacks, then they wouldn’t look the least intimidating as they did in their perfect clothing’s, in fact the will look quite funny to you, and you won’t feel uncomfortable about their presence anymore”

“Really” she let out a soft giggle finding the whole thing incredulous. “Can’t I just imagine that they aren’t there?”

“Then what’s the fun there?”He stared down at her with a mischievous glint in his beautiful orbs.