Sunday DanceA Chapter by Rachel GraceThis wouldn't be the beginning of the book. I'm just posting some pieces.Sunday
afternoon Aldaria My room Aralyn I
have just over half an hour to get ready. I smile to myself, thinking of
the message I sent him earlier in the afternoon. “Fancy dinner tonight? I have plans.” He had replied with “Sounds good to me. Can’t wait to see you.”
I really do have the best boyfriend ever. But now it’s probably time to get
all “fancy”. I laugh to myself and lay the book I have been reading down on my
nightstand. Walking across the room, I throw open the door to my walk-in
closet. The dress I've picked out for tonight is basically perfect. Silvery
blue and sleek, fit to my body. I change into it and turn slow circles in front
of my mirror, feeling like a princess. The slightly low cut and long,
transparent, breezy sleeves add to the medieval lady look. I laugh to myself. Oh my gosh, Aralyn. You're a nineteen year old Princess and still playing dress up….this is embarrassing. Rolling my eyes to silence that
obnoxious voice, I slip my feet into the silvery ballet flats I picked out to
match the dress. Perfect for dancing. For makeup, I wear pale blush and
sparkly blue tinted eye shadow, with an emphasis on the soft, light pink
lipstick and extra long eyelashes. Hmmm…what
would he like me to do with my hair? Without thinking too much, I sweep my
hair up into a high ponytail and turn my head side to side. He’d like being able to see the lines in my
jaw and neck....hmmm…Ok I’ll wear it up. I twirl my hair on my fingers and
pin it neatly in a French twist, leaving a few strands of hair to intertwine silver
thread through and leave hanging down to frame my face and neck. I have five minutes and seventeen
seconds. One last coat of blush and foundation later, I am walking up the
stairs to Darian's room. Funny how I tend
to hold my head up higher when my hair is up. I don’t have anything else left
to hide behind. Raising a small fist, I knock softly on his door. I don’t see or hear him coming; I feel his presence just before the door
opens, and I have to suppress the shiver of nerves that snakes like a cold shock
down my back. That soft half smile greets me. He
is even more attractive every time I lay eyes on his flawless body. “Classy,” I
hear myself whisper, as I trace the edges of his dark suit with my eyes. Classy
outfit or not, I can’t keep my eyes off of his face for long. Those green eyes
captivate me, framed by the flawless skin and strong jaw and wide forehead. How is something this perfect my very own? His perfect lips twist in a smile
that is half smirk. “Why thank you, princess. You don’t look so bad yourself.”
He steps closer and raises and hand to the side of my face, bending down
slightly to kiss my forehead. His voice softens more. “In other words, you’re
gorgeous. I love your hair.” I giggle and blush and duck my head
into his chest a little. He smiles and holds me close for a moment, before
pulling away a little and smiling. “So…this fancy dinner?” I laugh, trying to keep the giddy
happiness from my voice. “Hehe yes…I has a surprise!” I take his hand and check the impulse to run
down the hallway. Instead, I slide my other hand around his arm and look up at
him with adoring eyes. “Come on…eleventh floor.” He hesitates slightly as if to say
that he would be perfectly happy with no surprise and just my endless blue eyes
to stare into. Later, my little Darian. You
may get lost in them later. The entirety of the eleventh floor
has been converted into a fancy dining room and dance floor all lit up in soft
shades of blue and purple. The tables surrounding the dance floor are crystal
and glass, with light blue tints that glow in the dim lighting of the room.
Soft music plays from speakers hidden in the white and blue walls. “Wow…” DArianwhispers, looking down
at me. “This is amazing. How did you do it all?” I giggle. “Not telling…I have my
ways.” He laughs. “Well, in that case,
let’s sit down. Which table would you like?” I choose a table on the far right of
the room and let him pull my chair out for me. “You don’t have to do that, you
know…” He laughs and winks as he slides
into the chair opposite me. “I know, my angel, but I like taking care of you.” “Meh…” I mumble, looking down and
trying to hide my blush. Dinner is roasted chicken, sautéed
potatoes, fluffy rolls, green beans, and sparkling cider. We eat slowly,
talking between bites about anything and everything. I tell him about my day
and why I chose this dress and about the song I’m working on and why I love the
protagonist in the book I’m reading. He listens better than anyone I've ever
met, green eyes shot through with that enchanting intelligence I love so much.
Then it is his turn to talk and he tells me all about his day and how he is not
looking forward to all the things that have to be done tomorrow and about how long it took him to
decide what to wear today and about how much he has missed me and how his book
is probably better than mine. I laugh and tell him that he’s reading a book I
gave him, so, either way, I win. That makes him laugh and then we start talking
about us and how we both like to win so much, but we also love being on the
same team, and then he comments on how easy it is for me to make him laugh,
which gets us started talking about the differences in our jokes and senses of
humor. Without noticing, we talk away two and a half hours, just sitting there
together. I sit back and sigh. “I've never
been able to talk to anyone as easily as I can talk with you.” He smiles. “It’s really quite
remarkable that we never run out of things to say.” I giggle and sigh again. “Hey Darian..." He raises an eyebrow quizzically.
“Yes, my beautiful Aralyn?" “…would you like to dance?” “Of course, my lady.” He smiles
across the table at me and then stands and comes over to my side, extending a
hand. “May I have this dance?” I giggle and accept his outstretched
hand and he pulls me gently onto the dance floor. A lilting love song starts playing softly in the background. He smiles as we start swaying to the
music and he realizes what song it is. Yes, we wrote this one, too. Back when we were a little younger and a little less burdened with the affairs of the world. And I love you just as much as I did then. . His eyes are so green. They are hard
to look at and yet hard to look away from. I force the tension in my body to
relax into his hands, and I lose myself in those eyes. As we dance around the
smooth floor slowly, everything becomes a blur except for us. It no longer
matters what I look like or what that rude person said or what I am going to
have to worry about tomorrow. There is only us. He starts singing softly. “Cause it's you and I and this great open sky, this adventure we can only see, forever you and me. Forever and always and one more day. Through all this darkness, you were the way." After the song is over, we dance
through another and then another after that until it is well after midnight and
we are exhausted in the best way possible. He insists on carrying me back to my
room “just cause”, which is extremely cute, but I resist the urge to say so. After several soft goodnight kisses,
we fall into a peaceful sleep curled up against each other in my bed. My head
on his chest, his strong arms holding me close. Hearts beating as one. And
everything is right with the world.
© 2015 Rachel GraceAuthor's Note
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