Dance With A Servant Boy [ON INDEFINITE HIATUS]

The Gala

I was in a lavishly decorated bedroom with my mother. We were getting ready for a gala. I groaned inwardly when I realized how boring it would be. Mama suddenly yanked my corset tighter, startling me out of my thoughts.

"Mama! I can't breathe!" I said, annoyed. 

Thankfully, she loosened the corset. Time for another boring party. Oh joy.

At the Gala

I had only been there for an hour, and I was already bored to death. In the corner of my eye, I say Mama talking to a man, but I was too busy stuffing food in my mouth to give it much thought. Suddenly, she bounded over, with the man following close behind her.

"Leah, Duke Kenton would like to dance with you." Mama said politely. 

"Um, okay?" I said unsurely. Normally, I loved to dance, but this guy was about twice my age, and smelled as if he replaced his bathwater with rum. 'This is not gonna be fun.' I thought. 

My worries were proven correct by the end of the song. He had stepped on my toes more times than I care to count, and left me muttering words that you don't say in front of polite company. Grumbling, I slipped out the decorated door.