Now I wanna make a story including my club's peeps So here we are my fellow clubmates, kick back with a cup of Earl Grey tea as I take you back to England, 1800s. Please do enjoy the show. ~<>~~<>~ Step, step, slide, step, step, slide, repeat. The waltz seemed to drag on for an ungodly amount of time. My partner, Earl Aaron Foster, seemed to enjoy the dance, smiling at me, eyeing me tenderly. He took great care not to step onto my burgundy, black lace-decorated dress, for it was untastfully long. Step, step slide. My tutor, Tristan Addison, had taught me this dance over many times. It took nearly a year to master it, due to my being as a klutz. The graceful music came to a close with the last note of the violin. I bowed to Aaron whilst he bowed back, and we both went our separate ways. "Allyson, I do believe you missed a step," Tristan cut my walking path. "I'll have to work harder next time then," I tried stepping around him, but he cut my path once again. "how about the 'next time' be now?" He extended his hand. I couldn't help but blush. "Ms. Allyson Heart, will you accompany me for this dance?" The musicians started playing the next song as I took his hand.
Don't let your eyes sparkle. Don't let you're smile curl into a loving smile. Don't get too close. I recited this in my head a dozen times while I danced with Tristan. It is unacceptable for a lady to fall in love with her tutor, although I have heard gossip of me and Tristan floating around the estate's maids. I could see that Tristan was enjoying dancing with me. Not the dance, but to I, myself. His eyes fixated on my face, examining my mouth, nose and ears. He held me closely. He felt warm. I closed my eyes, absorbing his affection. It may have been just my imagination at the moment, but I was happy. The steps didn't matter, as Tristan led me through the dance blissfully. He tucked a band of chocolate brown hair behind my right ear. I opened my eyes as we continued dancing with the grace of young lovers. Soon, to my disappointment, the dance had to end.
"Ms. Allyson, the doorbell rang," Maria, my father's mistress, called from the bottom of the stairwell. "Tell them I'll be down in a minute," I glanced at the mirror as the seamstress sewed in a few bows onto my day dress. "ALLYSON!" Natasha, a childhood friend, bounced into the room. I was utterly startled. "ALLYSON, HAVE YOU READ THE NEWS?" Natasha sputtered. "No, I haven't, Natasha," "Well there's this murderer, and people are calling him 'Jack The Ripper,' or something but he's pretty scary!" Natasha grabbed onto the hinges of my dress. ~<>~ It's short, but it'll do