He took her hand, gently leading her forward. Her eyes showed fear, but fascination at the sight. Flashing a brilliant smile at her, he pulled her closer to him. The scent of honey filled her senses as he put his other hand on her waist. She couldn’t see the top of his face, for he was wearing a masquerade mask. The music that surrounded them was slow but majestic as he spun her in a circle, her deep blue dress a whirlwind around her.
He smiled broader and brought her closer to him once more, letting the flow of the music take over his movements. She followed his footsteps, as graceful as an angel on ice as they glided across the dance floor. They hadn’t even noticed that most everyone else had stopped dancing and were mesmerized by their show. His eyes were locked on hers and hers on his, never leaving for a moment.
The last beat of the song faded as he dipped her downwards, her long brown hair a cascading waterfall under her. Gently he brought her up, kneeled and kissed her hand. Her cheeks turned a slight pink as he stood back up. His golden hair was combed over to the side, giving him the look of a rich gentlemen. With a quick turn, he faded into the crowd. She tried to follow him with her eyes, but gave up as everyone went back to their dancing.
Still mesmerized by the dance she decided to walk out onto the balcony to get some fresh air. She stepped out into the cool night, the full moon shining brightly in the starry sky. And there he stood, his back to her gazing at the moon. Silently, she walked up next to him and set her hands upon the marble railing. He glanced at her, letting a brilliant smile fill his face. He turned towards her and held something out.
A blue rose rested in the palm of his hand. She gasped a little and accepted the rose, its blue color almost matching her dress. Walking forward, she kissed him softly. He didn’t recoil, but accepted her soft touch and returned the favor. Releasing, she sighed and looked at the flower and then to the moon. When she turned to look back to the masked man, he was gone. No trace of him being there existed, except the rose that she now held in her hand. She held it to her heart. Would she ever see him again?...