Dramatic Monologue
Luminous were the lights as they shone upon the golden masks of the dancing party guests. Women gracefully glided across the ballroom, the slow, rhythmic “click clack” of their heels echoing throughout the space, as their gowns twirled nonchalantly around their bodies, accentuating the soft yet striking colors of their dresses. They firmly clutched onto their partner’s shoulder, as if afraid that they would fall, and their partners in turn held a firm grip around their waist.
Snap. And just like that, the moment is broken. My head whips around to meet Mother, who beckons to me from the bottom of the staircase. As the obedient daughter that I am, I immediately begin my descend down the marble steps to join her.
A servant hands me a drink …show more content…
Speaking of the devil. Paris greets me with a smile that is too warm, and too bright for my liking. Like the gentleman that he is though, he politely asks me to dance, and whilst I wish I could say no, Father’s vigilant stare catches my eye, telling me to go. So with a forced fervent nod, I let him whisk me away into the …show more content…
I feel my mouth open, and I hear words that my mind has subconsciously thought up of. He smiles. It is a smile that is… warm. I like it. It’s as wide as the sky, as warm as the sun and as bright as a diamond. It feels right.
Our conversation ensues, and as he speaks, I can feel his warm, muffled breath on my face. His voice is like an angel’s, low but sweet. His voice does wonders; it’s soothing, and it makes my heart flutter rapidly.
He grabs my waist and in doing so, pulls me closer to him. My breath hitches as I feel his body rub against mine. My fingers crawl up and along his lean body, and I note how muscular, how wellbuilt he is, how flat his chest is. A whiff of lavender and smoke catches my attention as I breathe in, and like his smile, I find it soothing; it’s sweet yet thick.
I look up and I take note of how his eyes really are the most beautiful shade of blue, how the tip of his nose curves back in and how unkempt and untidy his sandy hair is. He whispers what I hope are meaningful words into my ears, his breath softly breezing against the
Snap. And just like that, the moment is broken. My head whips around to meet Mother, who beckons to me from the bottom of the staircase. As the obedient daughter that I am, I immediately begin my descend down the marble steps to join her.
A servant hands me a drink …show more content…
Speaking of the devil. Paris greets me with a smile that is too warm, and too bright for my liking. Like the gentleman that he is though, he politely asks me to dance, and whilst I wish I could say no, Father’s vigilant stare catches my eye, telling me to go. So with a forced fervent nod, I let him whisk me away into the …show more content…
I feel my mouth open, and I hear words that my mind has subconsciously thought up of. He smiles. It is a smile that is… warm. I like it. It’s as wide as the sky, as warm as the sun and as bright as a diamond. It feels right.
Our conversation ensues, and as he speaks, I can feel his warm, muffled breath on my face. His voice is like an angel’s, low but sweet. His voice does wonders; it’s soothing, and it makes my heart flutter rapidly.
He grabs my waist and in doing so, pulls me closer to him. My breath hitches as I feel his body rub against mine. My fingers crawl up and along his lean body, and I note how muscular, how wellbuilt he is, how flat his chest is. A whiff of lavender and smoke catches my attention as I breathe in, and like his smile, I find it soothing; it’s sweet yet thick.
I look up and I take note of how his eyes really are the most beautiful shade of blue, how the tip of his nose curves back in and how unkempt and untidy his sandy hair is. He whispers what I hope are meaningful words into my ears, his breath softly breezing against the