Blast From the Past

362 14 22
                                    


(Mystery Gentleman)

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

(Mystery Gentleman)

It has been a couple hours since my Mistress, her associate, and I arrived here at the party. It was surprising just how challenging it was to find the host and hostess amongst the masked guests of the party, but we eventually were able to figure how who they were. We made our way over to them where we waited for the opportunity to speak with them.

"Good evening Master and Lady Upland!" My Mistress greets them with a curtsy while her associate and I bow. "My I say that your Masquerade party is very lovely."

"Good evening Madam. Sirs." Master Upland greets us. "Thank you we have been planning this event for several months now." He says beaming. "I actually should say my wife has been planning this."

They continue to talk and I glance around in hopes of catching a glimpse of Lady Glinda, and just when I begin to give up hope she comes over to her parents. She looks positively radiant! I can't help but stare at her, but then I notice she is practically wrapped around the arm of some guy. My fists clenched at me sides, and it's a good thing I am wearing a mask because I find myself glaring furiously at her. I shouldn't let it bother me I have no claim on her, yet, but I plan on changing tha!

I make my way over to her. "Excuse me, Lady Glinda, but I was wondering if I may have a the next dance?" I ask her, and I notice she looks over at the gentleman she is arm in arm with. He nods to her and lets go of her arm.

"O-of course. I would love to." She say and takes my hand, and I lead her to the dance floor.

"May I say that you look lovely tonight Lady Glinda." I tell her with a smile. "You almost seem to be glowing."

"Thank you." She says blushing a little as she giggles. "I have been having the most wonderful evening so far."

"That's good." I say as we weave our way around the dance floor Waltzing to the music. "Your mother informs me that you have been with the gentleman I was took you from for most of the night. He must be someone quite special to be able command your attention for most of night, as I am sure, there are any number of fine gentleman looking to share a dance with you, Your Goodness."

"Oh, please, drop the title. I am no longer ruler and not do I deserve the title." She says waving off the formalities. Then she looks at me oddly from behind her mask. "I'm sorry, but do I know you?"

"I don't believe so. We have never met." I lie, and she glances down for a moment. "Oh. I'm sorry then. It's just being a ruler you meet so many people, and I thought we may have crossed paths at some point."

"No sorry." I say shaking my head, and we are about halfway around the room now, and I ask her another question. "Lady Glinda, why is it you don't want anyone to call you by your title?"

"As I stated I am not the ruler any longer and when I stepped down I figured I leave that title behind as well. I just want to fade into the background now." She says sort of gazing off into nowhere for a few seconds before she smiles at me. "You understand, don't you? After so many years of feeling the burden of being a leader I am just ready to, I guess for lack of a better word, retire from the business of everything."

Endless LoveWhere stories live. Discover now