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Speechless Part 6
by LeeLeeS (no login)
I'm sorry it's kinda crappy but thanks for the feedback i really appreciate it! well here ya go...
A carraige ride to Belfort, 3 hours in itself. Sitting with their hands gently placed upon their laps, nothing but excitement shown in their eyes. Looking out the window Isabella caught her breath as she saw array of lights in the distance. They could practically hear the laughter a mile away.
"It that it?" Chelsea-Lynn gripped Isabella's hand as she poked her head from the little window.
Marlena looked at her daughter, "Sit straight Chelsea-Lynn. What if someone were to see you?"
Abiding her mother she sat back but she still couldn't help but smile as they drew nearer and near, to the night that she'd been waiting for all year.
The two girls followed their mother into the large building. Red, white, and blue were draped below the balconys, as posters were hung about declaring the states entry into the Union. "Now, remember, if a gentleman requests a dance, the proper thing to do is to accept. If I hear that any of my daughters denied a gentleman--" Marlena's voice drifted away knowing she hadn't any need to finish. Looking particularly at Isabella she waited for a nodd.
"Yes, mother." Both girls replied in unison. Chelsea-Lynn had her arm hooked into Isabella's as they took in their surroundings. This year was different from last, and the years before, this year there was no mourning, was no hesitation, this year the south was rebuilding. The sounds of laughter and cheer replaced those of tears and sorrow.
Isabella let her eyes drift around. It was all like a dream. As she past by catching several eyes, the men bent their heads to her as she smiled in return.
Watching as he talked to his friends she felt Chelsea-Lynn's grip tighten on her arm. Now that could have only meant on thing. It was then that her surveying eyes caught him, in the corner surrounded by his comrades. There was no mistaking him, who like many of the other men in the room, were in uniform to show their pride.
On instinct he looked up and smiled at her. After pulling at the sleeves on his jacket he tucked his right hand behind his back and approached them. His eyes were on hers with ever step he took, she stood there besdie her sister as if paralyzed.
"Miss Isabella." She had never been more happy to see Richard in her life. As he stood there before her, she hoped he would ask her to dance. "You look breathtaking this evening."
Knowing this would take forever, she noted that Shawn-Douglas was making his way closer. On impulse she spoke, "Why Richard, are you going to ask me to dance or do I have to wait all night?" For that moment she was a southern belle, batting her eyelashes she hoped he would hurry up with his reply.
After recovering from her remark, he offered her his hand, in which she more than eagerly accepted.
Pausing for a second, Shawn inwardly chuckled at her quick exit. Stopping a foot short of Chelsea-Lynn he spoke, "Miss Chelsea-Lynn Black, is that you?"
"Of course, Shawn-Douglas."
"Why I hardly recognized you, you look absolutely gorgeous this evening." As he kissed her hand he snuck a glance at the couples on the dance floor. Her hair swung with her as she danced, dance in his arms. He let go of her hand in fear he would crush it, he turned away from the cause of his sudden anger.
"It is good to see somethings remain the same--" Richard commented as they turned to the music.
She looked up at him curiously. "And what would that be?"
"You are still light on your feet when it comes to dancing."
Feeling a blush take upon her face she fought for something to say, "Perhaps it's the partner that makes all the difference."
Seeing that she was looking past him and around curiously he tilted his head to meet her eyes, "Might I help you find what is it that your looking for?"
She had been caught. Letting her eyes rise she was met with his knowing smile. Quickly recovering she replaced her hand on his shoulder, "I seemed to have lost track of Chelsea-Lynn."
There was something she wasn't telling him. Making sure no collisions we're in order he searched the floor for her sister. "It seems that Theodore Turner will in debt to Shawn-Douglas Brady."
Hearing that name she whipped her head to see to what he was implying about. Right before her, Shawn was helping Chelsea-Lyn and Theodore get reaquainted. What was he doing? As if on command Theodore threw out his hand asking for a dance. The look of hesitation on her sister's face was as obvious as night and day.
Shawn-Douglas smiled as Theodore led Chelsea-Lynn to the dance floor. Taking a step back he leaned against the pillar once again as he peered at the room before him. Now all he had to do was to relocate what would be his. Richard's firey hair was enough to attract attention so why all of a sudden was it so difficult?
It was then that he saw her. The roll of fabric he had seen earlier was now, stitched and formed into a full lenth evening gown with graduated layers line with the thiniest strip of opal white. For it being a formal ocasion, their mother had allowed a low neckline, one in which Shawn-Douglas was thanking for.
As she threw her head back, he could faintly hear her laugh. With a grimmace he let his eyes roam to his rival. The one that had his arms resting comfortably around Isabella. What did she see in that prick anyways?
"--how is your mother, these days Richard?" Her smile immediately broke as she spotted him smoldering her with his dark eyes. There was a slight glint as he bowed his head to her from afar.
"There's life in her yet. But she keeps insisting that I find a wife." As the song ended Richard took her hand and gave a light peck on it. A gesture in which she could've sworn to see Shawn-Douglas cringed at.
"I would like to thank you Miss Isabella for a chance to be seen with one of the most beautiful southern belles at this ball."
As soon as Richard took a step back, Oliver stepped up and offered his hand, "Miss Isabella, may I?"
That was the way it was for that night. Her dance card being full she dance 'till her feet were to swell up. But she was not alone. Shawn-Douglas had his share of maidens at the snap of a finger. All had wanted to dance with a man in uniform, and wouldn't dare deny their wishes.
As the reel began both stood across from their partners. It was inevitable. Like, Shawn, Isabella knew that once the line shifted she would be face to face with him. Her feet moved effortlessly as she counted down to the moment. Then it came as he held his hands out to grasp hers, she with much hesitation slipped her hands in them.
"You know, I have reason to believe that you are trying at all costs to avoid me on this joyeous occasion." Letting go of one of her hands he spun her.
"Well then I might say you are quite observant."
She won't look me in the eye. Why? The knowing grin seemed to grow as he spoke, "Quite as a matter of fact. But I have yet to figure as to 'why'."
As they stepped away from eachother she replied coolly, "I think it'd be quite obvious." Taking a step back to her right she was reunited with her original partner.
