Back to Me (Kenma x Reader)

Melody of Fate

--Your POV--

For once,  you were looking forward to a party. Well, it wouldn't be accurate to say you were looking forward to the party. It was more like "I guess I don't mind going; after all, I might meet this 'soulmate' of mine, if he even exists, but if not, then, oh well." You were already awake, reading a novel one of the suitors had sent you. At first, you were going to throw it out, but when you read the first few pages out of curiosity, you couldn't stop reading. It was a romance novel, obviously, since it was known you loved romance novels, and it was about a girl who made a contract with a demon. Their contract included "no romance with any humans", but she fell in love with someone. 

It was about time to get ready for the party, and you could see the sun starting dim its glow as it prepared for sunset. Your maids entered the room with an elaborate dress, which was adorned with carefully crafted flowers and the finest fabric. You let them change you; after all, this was normal in noble society. Well, the dress is quite difficult to get into, so this time, you actually didn't mind as you thought of what could happen next in the novel. 

After a while, you were all fixed up. You had your lavish dress and makeup on, and your hair had been fixed into a beautiful (hairstyle). You were just about ready to leave when you almost forgot you wanted to wear a certain pair of earrings. You asked Elisa to bring it out for you, which she did right away. No one else had earrings like these; they definitely weren't in fashion, but you still wanted to wear it anyways. Hanging earrings were in fashion these days, especially since they're easy to notice, but you went for a more modest look with the accessories. It wasn't something a noblewoman would usually do, but you were different. The earrings you chose were small (favorite color) studs, nothing fancy and definitely not easy to notice compared to everyone else's earrings. You saw it in your dreams, all the time, actually. The girl who always appeared in them wore them every day, and it seemed precious to her. After seeing it so many times, you began to wonder if you would feel the same way she did if you got those earrings. There was no logic or reason to it really, but you had them made anyways and decided to wear this to one of the most important parties of the decade, at least to everyone else. 

Once you were done putting on your earrings, it was time to get going to the party. You made your way to the front door of your home, and a carriage was waiting for you. You hopped in and looked out the window as the carriage started moving. On the way there, you thought about many topics, from the plants growing on the side of the road to the party itself. It was a party arranged by the Queen herself, so she could meet all the (marriage) candidates she had selected for her son. It was a given that it would be the most lavish party you would ever go to; any party that included the Queen was as elaborate as you could get. 

As you arrived at the party, you stepped down from the carriage and heard the click-clack of your heeled shoes for the first time in for what seemed like forever. It was just outside a lavish garden, and tables were carefully laid out in strategic positions where it would not just look good but also be in a location of perfect convenience: no one should bump into it, it shouldn't fall, it wouldn't get in anyone's way. Of course, that much was expected to be planned out- this was a party arranged by the Queen herself. She always made her parties absolutely perfect, and she was definitely known for it. 

The sound of your heels on the tiled pathway signaled your arrival as the guards announced, "Lady (y/n) of the Dukedom (l/n) has arrived," playing a part of the national anthem in your honor. Each of the Queen's Candidates was given one of those upon arrival, as soon as they stepped onto the stone tiles painted with delicate swirls. You gave a slight smile to the crowd and joined in the party, gravitated to the smell of the food on the tables.

They had pearl-white tablecloth on them, long enough to cover the legs of the table, but also not long enough to cause anyone to tip over it- the right height. You were offered a drink, (favorite drink) by one of the Queen's servants, and you took it to show some gratitude. You were kind of accepting everything, only thinking about the food you were smelling. After all, food can be your best friend, right? Always there to support you, and you literally need it to survive. You giggled at that thought, and you went to find something good to eat.