The three boys rushed to get in line for the grand party hosted by Count Delia.
Although it was a party welcoming every noble within the empire, everyone knew that one house was not welcomed. The Hindersons. They were the rivalling house of the Delia, their ultimate enemy. And that included Samuel, who was soon going to be appointed as the heir of the Hinderson.
“This isn’t a good idea Gilbert, what if we get caught?” whispered Samuel with a worrying voice. “Be brave Samuel, be a man, everything will be fine.”
“You don’t even like parties Gilbert, why the Delia’s party?”
“It’s all for you my friend, about time you learn about noble life.”
Samuel angrily stomped on the ground. “I will not go.”
“Why not? Don’t tell me you’re scared or something.” Asked Victor.
“Of course not! I dreamt a dream tonight.” said Samuel.
“Dreams are a representation of one’s desire and fear. It’s nothing but vain fantasy. Perhaps your dreams shall finally remind you of your duty as a man.” Shrugged Gilbert.
“Gilbert, how is your head full of all…. these?”
“Not to worry my good friend as this is only the start of adulthood. Come on now, let us enjoy the night and fulfil our desires.”
The party started with a bright light flashing towards the crowd. The crowd roar as a shadow appeared at the highest peak of the Delia mansion. Through the mayhem, Gilbert grasped Samuel’s wrist and pulled him through the crowd, making their way to the entrance. “One more step, brother and you’ll regret your decisions on staying away from parties until now!”
“I don’t know about that.” They laughed as they ran towards the door now in front of them.
Gilbert enthusiastically pushed through the door, but suddenly a cluster of fawning nobles flooded the opening. “Samuel!” “Gilbert!” Unfortunately, the waves had paved their way in between them the separated the two.
As Gilbert barely managed to walk into the entrance hall, he was ambushed by the henchmen. Their thick scent of foundation and heavy perfumes made it harder and harder for him to breathe. A look of distaste flashed across his face as his rushed to exit this crowded hell hole and enter the ballroom.
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‘Where is Samuel?’ thought Gilbert as he wondered around the dance floor. Looking from side to side, judging the appearances of everyone else, but still there was no sight of Samuel or Victor.
Minutes passed fast as the party started to get serious. Although it seemed like a clean and rich party, everyone knew that the moral of this party was to fill the holes in their pocket with money.
This disgusting nature disturbed Gilbert, to the point where he could no longer stop the urge to be sick.
As he made his way towards the rest room, a lady in a tight corset slowly sidled towards him. Every step she took made a sharp noise that rang in his ears. It felt as though his eardrums were about to bid him farewell. Finally, Gilbert turned around looking the woman up and down. “May I help you, my lady?” asked Gilbert trying to swallow the overflowing disgust.
“Good evening, Sir Gilbert” bowed the woman as she blushed. Gilbert also bowed in return maintaining a straight face. “I have got to tell you a little something regarding… My feelings…”
“…should we move to a quiet place?”
The lady nodded, and they made their way out of the main ball. It became clear to Gilbert of what this lady was going to do. ‘I shall get this over with before Samuel arrives’, thought Gilbert. As they reached the last room by the hallway, the woman launched herself into Gilbert’s arms. Clinging on him tightly she said, “Oh Sir Gilbert, you’ll never know how long I’ve waited to finally meet you again after the Hinderson Party.” She slowly slid her hand down Gilbert’s chest.
Gilbert’s eyebrow flinched as disgust overwhelmed him.
“I deeply apologize” Gilbert pushed her away, “but I’m afraid that I cannot accept your feelings, fair lady.”
“But… but sir, I”
“No, I’m sorry but I have someone already. Have a wonderful day and enjoy the party.” The woman broke down in tears, her sorrowful cries annoyed Gilbert. He pushed the door open and made his way to the rest room.
He tried to think not of what had happened earlier but soon got worried about the lady. He hurried back to the room, just to make sure that she hadn’t fainted from all the crying. When he had reached the room once again, he had once again realised what this party was about.
There was another man in the room, hearing the same old speech of the girl. The smell of tulip engraved on the woman’s dress spread all around the room. Gilbert’s head started to ache as he found that he had been tricked again by the fake masks. He looked into the room one last time and saw the innocent expression on the man’s face.