Maokitten

“It’s Duke Raymond, oh my god he looks so handsome in white!!” a lady exclaimed.

Just hearing this warning bell Eloise, peered to the right. A beautiful man dressed completely in white tux walked confidently into the ballroom. His black eyes wandered amongst the crowd, searching for a certain someone.

{‘Why is he here!!’} Eloise bit her lips anxiously. {‘Either way, lets run before he catches me,’} she pulled up her fluffy ruffle skirt to her knees and ran like the wind.

All of a sudden she felt her skirt being pulled from behind.

“How audacious of you to pull a lady’s skirt,” she shouted and pulled without taking a glance back.

“My, my, I think I stepped on a cockroach, what shall I do? Shall I roast it for tainting my shoes or should I chop its head off,” a hoarse voice jokingly said from behind.

{‘Shit, I’m dead,’} she glanced back in slow motion. “This..... My lord, can you let go of my skirt,” she pointed to his foot that was firmly stepping on the bottom of her skirt.

“Why not, I am just expressing my emotions to the lady who expressed ardent feeling to me in her letters,” he said with a smug smirk.

The crowd gasped. “She wrote him a love letter!! That shameless wrench,” some lady shouted out loud.

Hearing this, Eloise’s eyelid twitched, “sir... no, Lord, I think you misunderstood. I was only expressing my heartfelt gratitude with my ‘thank you’ letter,” she enunciated each word.

The duke chuckled. “Oh is that so,” he strode closer having a tight grip on her skirt, “are the words bat-shit-bastard, ring a bell. I read it in your letter,”

Eloise gritted her teeth, {‘so you plan to use my word against me, huh? We’ll see who wins,’} she stepped to his side, showing her back to the entire crowd. “MY LORD! Where are you touching me?!” Suddenly she shouted, gasping her bosom. “How audacious of you. I RESPECTED YOU SIR!! How could you do this,” she screamed and ran away while he was frozen in shock.

The entire ball room was in disarray. “Lord Raymond is a pervert!!”

P.s I dont own the cover art

Fish Out Of Water

The conservatory hall was at the third floor by the deck. A hall connecting both the hull of the ship and a huge hall that can host at least few thousands of people.

At least that was what she had heard from Odette.

The previous ball she attended was low-key and was on the fourth floor in a small hall.

"Nervous?" Dom whispered leaning close to her.

Eloise scoffed. "I'm nervous for your foot. Poor guy, you are going to be limping by the end of the night,"

"Ha-ha, are you that bad at dancing? How on earth did you manage to dance with the duke?"

She let out a loud sigh. she was completely unprepared for that dance last time. first of all, she was a woman from the twenty-first century and she only know how to drunk dance in bars. plus, they had a different dance for different music scores. It was quite hard to keep up.

Chapter 49 - Jealousy