At that word, the butler came out and whispered in the tycoon’s ear. Apparently he had an appointment, who was waiting in the den.
“Forgive me for cutting this lovely tea short, but business simply can’t wait.” He shook the Count’s hand firmly, then gave Elvira a light hug, before excusing himself and heading inside.
Virgo knew it was time for them to make a trip back to their own home, and he helped Elvira with her coat.
“Now….about those babies..” He started, chuckling under his breath as he escorted her back out to their car.
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Stepping closer the the large estate, she flipped her hair upside and gave it a good shake to add some volume. Straightening up, she adjusted her slinky red dress and looked towards the large windows anxiously. Truth be told, she felt intimidated by the wealth, the luxury, and the mysteriousness of it all. Still, a gig was a gig and she wanted to be independent now. That meant she had to grow up. Pulling out her red lipstick she was famous for, she applied it to her plump lips and stuck it back in her purse. Adjusting her dress once more, Genny strode up to the doors and knocked. Soon greeted by a butler, he smiled politely and led her inside as if it were not strange at all that she was early. Finding this a bit peculiar, the angel pushed it aside and continued inside until led to the ballroom. When she saw the grandness of it all, her mouth fell open. The place was spectacular. Walking away from the butler, unaware that he was even speaking to her still, she moved in a slow circle to take it all in. Who was the man that lived in such a glorious haven?
“What of the entertainment, the dancers? I want only the very best, none of those ten cent flappers. They have to look elegant, top notch.” Madeline said, tapping her foot and looking at the large clock up on the wall. The time of the ball to start was soon, and a procession of cars would soon grace the driveway, and bring with it, the glittering stars of the evening. The band was already doing its warm ups, and the banquet table was loaded with all manners of fine foods in the dining hall. This was to be the highlight of the New York social calender.. and nothing could be afforded to go wrong.
Realizing that perhaps her adventures had taken longer than she expected, Genny nodded with a sheepish smile “Of course…I assume my fellow ladies will be joining me shortly. They cannot resist a good dance.” With that, she held her hand out for the butler to escort her to where she needed to be.
Soon she was back in the ballroom and saw that the stage indeed seemed to be calling her name. A silhouette of light illuminated the sole microphone and the band was looking at her expectantly. Giving them a charming smile, she released her hand from the butler’s grip and strode onto the stage as a true performer would. Taking her place on the stage in the center, she reached up to soothe her hair back. Glancing towards the band, she smiled and mouthed the song she wanted. The piano man chuckled and nodded, his fingers doing their magic. Genevieve faced the audience and cupped the microphone, her lips opening to sing.
The audience seemed awe struck by the angelic woman on stage, her voice setting their feet ablaze as couples began to take over the floor. The party was starting and Genevieve seemed to be leading them all into a jazz paradise. She continued to sing, her body moving tantalizingly with the music. It was clear she was lost in her own world as she sung, her arms stretching above and around her while her hips swayed.
As Maria and Landon drove towards the fundraiser, the henchman complimented her attire. Of course she could only blush as she rolled her eyes, her shoulders lifting as if denying what he was saying “I’m sure you’re just as charming and flattering with other women.” Turning away from him, she stared out the window to distract herself from looking at Landon any longer. She knew she was acting ridiculous and this was not at all how she planned to behave. Maria was only here to keep her father happy and, of course, to drink. Though she would never admit it, she did not feel calm or collected truly unless there was a martini in her hand. Or maybe three or four. Sighing softly, she looked to see them arriving at the estate. The car door was opened for her and one of the attendees helped her out. Adjusting her dress, she ran a hand through her hair before fixing her dark eyes on Landon. Smiling nervously, she played with her hair “Are you ready to get this night over with?” Reaching out to loop her arm through his, Maria couldn’t help but notice how much safer she felt now that she was this close to Landon. It felt nice. She could feel the warmth through his clothes and she had the strange desire to snuggle into his arms. Restraining herself, she cleared her throat and looked towards the mansion in wonder. Stepping towards the party, she couldn’t help but whisper in amazement as her eyes sparkled with all the bright lights “It’s extraordinary…” Looking at Landon, her smile turned genuine and soon they were led into the ballroom. Seeing a brunette singing on stage, she was struck by how mesmerizing her voice was.
She felt the immediate urge to dance and did not even notice a man slink up to her in a fine suit with matching hair. Grabbing her free hand, he raised it to his lips and murmured “Care to dance?”
Feeling nervous, Maria looked to Landon as if asking for permission.
Landon chuckled when she replied with that. “You’re not any other woman” He simply replied as he watched her blush and turned away from him. He wondered why she wouldn’t look at him for long period of time, he had a feeling though that he knew exactly what it was. He also had a feeling that was a very dangerous feeling about this. Landon climbed out of the car once they stopped in front of the mansion. God he hated these types of events. Truly did, he would have preferred to stay at the bar and watch his sister dance or something but instead he were like a puppet. Though he did see the reason for him being here since Maria could not be alone. He rounded around the car as he stood beside her. He gave her his arm as she looped her arm around his.
“I unlike you, actually am looking forward to it. You know I’m not so bad to be around” He informed her as he didn’t look at her, instead he started to lead her inside the ball. He paused to allow her some time to admire everything. He glanced at her, noticing the look of amazement in her eyes and her smile. He smiled softly at that before he heard the music and the voice. An angel, his gaze went to the girl on the stage. The same girl from before. the one Vinny was so interested in. “Of course” He muttered as his attention was focused back on Maria and the scum that made his way to the girl. He raised his brow as he gazed at the guy. He did not like him. One bit, but he glanced to Maria and noticed her nervousness. “I think I would rather prefer to be the one to dance with the lady first, after all I am her escort” He said as he gave a look at the man which sent shivers down the humans spine. The guy quickly walked away after that as he turned to her with a smile. “You can pick your next guy” He offered as he grabbed her hand and quickly pulled her into a waltz.
Maria was trying to ignore what Landon had said to her about not being any other woman as she stared at the stranger who wanted to dance wit her. Of course it was flattering to be spotted and asked so quickly, but something about being away from Landon’s side in a room full of strangers made her very uncomfortable. She had no idea Landon was watching the way she was enjoying her surroundings. All she knew was that she didn’t want to dance with that man. Turning to look at the angelic man with surprise, she stared into his eyes. Maria didn’t even notice the man walk away as she stood there stunned. She was about to dance with Landon. The very thought made her palms slick with sweat, which in turn, made her blush with embarrassment. Not looking him in the eyes, she swallowed hard as he pulled her into a waltz. Turning her cheek against his shoulder to hide her face, she tried to stifle the smile that was spreading on her lips. Feeling Landon pressed against her made her forget all the troubles and worries at home while he led her around the dance floor. Though she tried not to admit it, their whole dance was wildly romantic. Finally turning to meet his eyes with hers, she offered a small smile that betrayed just how much she fancied him “I don’t think I want another guy. This place is just so big…I feel like it could swallow me whole.” Maria fell silent for a few moments as she stared into his eyes. Soon, however, she asked “What are you doing with Vincent?” She asked because she knew her father was a cruel man, and she could not imagine Landon being cruel or doing anything nearly as cruel as what she knew the don did.
The guests and entertainment were arriving, and the delightful strains of music was making its way across the estate. The driveway was full of cars, their headlights casting shadows long down the gravel drive, as many hundreds were now entering the estate on masse. This was to be the ball of the year, and its host was no where near ready. Rupert was still stuck on deciding which suit to wear, and this was exasperating his butler and assistant, who had been holding up two different suits for the last ten minutes.
Rupert in his underwear hidden by large crimson coloured velvet curtains, watched the procession of elite and the infamous, as they were coming into the grounds, in a glittering cavalcade. This party was costing him a considerable sum of money, even investing in fireworks for after the dancing, and all done to appease his dear sister, Madeline. To offer her to society and perhaps find her a man to fall in love with and fill the aching hole that was where her heart should be.
“Sir…the grey or the black?”
“Sir, I impore you, that you need to get dressed and greet the guests. Hiding up here does nothing for your reputation.”
“Meh…they already call me the phantom. And yet the banks have no issues lending me capital, and I have no shortage of women willing to throw themselves at my feet. I care not for my reputation. All I care for is that Madeline has a good time and showing.”
“Be better if you were there by her side, Sir.”
At this, Rupert relented and pointed at the black.
“Very well. Has anyone ever tell you, you are bossy.”
“You Sir…many times.”