Sunday:

She was completely stunned by the mysterious mask in front of her. She saw a twinkle in Remi's eyes and she gave another shy smile.

"I would very much like that," she aswered while batting her eyelashes, even though he couldn't see below her mask."Would you be ever so kind as to wait here while I change mask, Mister Lyon?" He nodded and she made her way off to the powder room.

"I'll be waiting," She heard him call.

It only took her a second to quickly tie a dark purple mask around her face, still her nose and mouth were visible. It had deep feathers and the sides like the other mask, but made her seem more bold. No one usually ever wears a purple mask toa ball, it's always white. Plus the type of purple accented her eyes.

She came back out and Remi was standing right where she'd left him. Without a word he walked up to her, took her arm gently, and escorted her to the floor where people were waltzing.

**why does it always come down to me and Billy?**

Josephine

Oh, God. They're about to announce the matches. She looked around hoping she wouldn't get some weird fellow.
"Josephine Boleyn..." Oh, please match me with someone handsome. "And Aiden Warren."
Josephine looked around for the man that jerked his head up. She met the gaze of a very broad shouldered man. His brown hair was cut short in the lastest fashion, and he didn't look that bad. Thank you God. You are very kind.

***That's all I have for now. Hope I can contribute some more later.***

**Good question, Moonlight. I'll PM a few people if they haven't posted by the time I'm next on.**

Rémi de Lyons

Her mask was astonishing, even more elaborate than his, or her previous one. Even better than Charles', insofar as it accentuated her amazing eyes. He moved one hand to her side and took her other hand in his as they stepped onto the dancefloor, leading her in a slow waltz.

As they revolved around each other, he caught a glimpse of his father and the Earl of Warwick, not doubt howling with laughter behind their masks. He leaned forward to whisper in her ear, "Can we go out to the garden at the end of this dance?"

She raised her disguised face to regard him, "Why?"

"My father is watching us...and I don't get along particularly well with him. I'm not sure you'd appreciate his company, either, but if we stay here, he'd try and find out as much as he could about you. He thinks he can resurrect the French nobility, and he'd probably want to use your family to do it."

Lily:

Lily gasped as the man with the mask appeared in front of her. She lost her balance and was caught in his arms. Heat flamed in her cheeks as she looked up at him. His face was hidden by his full faced mask, but his eyes were gorgeous.

"Sor...ry." she mummbled, standing. Her mask hid her smile aas she gazed down at him.

"S' okay." He held his arm out to her. "Shall we?" She laid her hand on his arms and was whorled away into a waltz.

She kep her face averted , looking down at her feet. He lifted one of his hands and placed it under her chin, tilting her face up.

"Your and extremely great dancer." she concluded, lookign away again.

"As are you." She blushed crimson red as they continued to waltz.

***Chupa? Where are you? We need more people posting!***

Sunday:

I giggled at Remi's description of his father when really it wasn't that funny. It actually kind of scared me so I nodded in response to his previous question. He took my gloved hand that had been resting on his shoulder and used it to gently guide us off the floor and out the glass french doors.

Tendrils of my hair were met by a sweet breeze and my shoulders, which weren't fully covered, tingled. There was only one other couple in the garden and they were about to kiss when one of them saw us and ran back inside, the other fast in pursuit. I realized Remi still held my hand and I tried slyly to take it away. He let go instead and I walked over to the roses.

"They're so beautiful,"My voice sounded distant,"Roses are the most exquisite flower..." I looked up to see him staring at me.

Rémi

He smiled across at her, plucking a rose from the garden and carefully breaking the point off each of its thorns. Then he slid the stem through her hair, brushing a stray lock away from her mask as it fell in front of it, "They only seem to be here to enhance your beauty, cherie."

Sunday looked away from him, blushing. Rémi guided her over to one of the benches, sitting down beside her on it. He was silent for a moment, then spoke, "You're nervous as well, aren't you?"

She glanced across at him, "What?"

"About the whole arranged marriage thing." he said, "I'm nervous too." He was glad Charles wasn't around to hear him say that, it was a hard thing to admit to anyone. I'm going to need to tell her my reputation sooner or later. Better she hear it from me than someone else... But not yet, I don't think. Not this early, it'd only scare her off.

Charles

Even as his body moved gracefully, spinning her in a close pirouette that mimicked the other dancers perfectly, his mind was racing. What do I say to her? I'm not about to treat her like the commoners father always scolded me for flirting with. A noblewoman deserves better than that.

The shy, half-hidden smile that brightened her face under her mask was somehow different to those given him by the servant girls. Often times those smiles had been wide and inviting, too much so, as though they were trying to impress him, trying to be noticed.

Talithia, on the other hand, seemed to be trying to hide herself from him. She refused to meet his eyes, seemed to say little. He couldn't think of what he'd done to provoke such timidity. Maybe her mother warned her about me?

He moved himself sideways a little and down so he could look into her eyes, his own eyes the only part of his face she could see with his mask in the way. "Talithia." he said, not unkindly, "What are you afraid of?"

Where is everybody?

***Where is everybody?!!***

**Singer, could you PM everyone who's not posting? If you don't want to, I will, but Teddy's right, we need to get everyone posting again. Maybe a new plot direction now that everyone's been matched at the ball?**

Sure. I've been wonderign where everybody was.

Sunday:

It took her a second to actually hear his words. For a while all she'd been doing was staring at his eyes, trying to figure out what he looked like.

"I'm not nervous,"She said the words too quickly and could almost swear he was smirking at her. The blood rushed to her face.

"Of course." The words were teasing and she knew it. Sunday scooted further away from him on the bench and looked in the other direction. Of course it was childish and if her father saw her she'd be sentenced to death, but this Remi brought out something in her. "Please, I meant no harm Miss Marquese," He chuckled and she couldn't hide her grin. He was rather charming; in fact he'd gotten her outside and on this bench quicker than any man ever had. No man could actually grab her attention long enough. But she wasn't complaining....

"Alright, alright. maybe I'm a smudge nervous,"She played with the rose in her hair,"and please.......call me Sunny."

DONT LET THIS DIE!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!

Rémi

“All right then, Sunny.” He said, smiling behind his mask, “Just so long as you call me Rémi.”

She started a little, “What do you mean?”

Under his mask, his smile broadened even further, and he knew it was probably showing in his eyes, “You’ve only referred to me by name once tonight, and then it was as ‘Mister Lyons’.” He said. “If I’m going to be calling you Sunny, you can call me Rémi.”

**I’ve got nothing else…and Singer, you’ve got to post! **

Sunny~

There it was again. That familiar smile reflecting in his eyes. before she could stop herself Sunny let out a dreamy sigh. The same kind a lovestruck school girl would and she silently scowled at herself for it.

"So....Sir Remi, why is it you're here? I know you're looking for a wife as I'm looking for a husband, but why?"She asked the question with genuine curiosity.

He peered at her through his mask,"Well, to be quite honest my father he....it's complicated."

"Please, go on,"Sunny encouraged with a sweet smile. Remi stared at her for a few seconds as if deliberating a hard decisions that she couldn't understand.

A breeze russeled through the garden and sent tendrals of her hair tumbling over her shoulders. The french doors managed to fly open making the waltzing music more audible. The rose still remained wedged behind her ear.