She threw open the ballroom doors wearing a gorgeous red silk gown as classical music was playing. She slowly walked down the stairs into the room, looking side to side. She finally spotted him off to the side, the boy that she hated with a burning passion, but she couldn't help but fall for his charms as he met her gaze and smirked. She walked up to him, snatched his tie and dragged him off into a corner. She pushed him up against the wall, a hand on his chest, and she was standing so close to him that her breath mingled. She reached down for the dagger sheathed on her thigh. Before she could reach it, he spun her around and pinned her to the wall instead. He reached in the slit of her dress, unsheathed the dagger and stabbed it into the wall beside her head. He leaned down and whispered in her ear teasingly,
"why do you always have to kill the mood?"
