THE BALL II

The man tusked before stepping forward but not close enough for her to take a good look at him

“Women always make the assumptions that all titled and rich men are gentlemen but what they don’t know is that they aren’t even near to being that behind close doors”

Feeling a little offended that he was purposely insulting all the titled and aristocrats she casted him a good glance “and how will you know that”

“I have come across a few you know” he took the last swing of his drink, before dropping the glass on the railing as he took a step forward finally coming into the light.

He was clad in black form head to toe which went extremely well with his raven black hair and contracted with his starling blue orbs which felt so achingly familiar to her for an unknown reason.

And as she took a closer look at him she noticed that his clothing’s looked impeccable as the screamed riches.his black jacket had intricate designs with gold thread matching his gold cuffs and shoes, he black hair was neatly combed back, giving view to his beautiful blue eyes behind those long lashes of his. He looked to her like a wealthy man, an extremely wealthy man.

“Not all men are the same” she said taking in his extremely handsome face and tanned complexion unlike most of London beaux who had skin as white as snow.

He thrust both his hands in his breaches pocket “but all women are like”

Finding it offensive she questioned him “How so? Each differ in many ways”

Glaring she saw him ideally plop his legs on the wall opposite her with his hands still in his pockets. “Yes they are all different on the outside but deep inside they are all the same, Greedy and selfish.”

“I beg you pardon” she couldn’t believe that he had just insulted the whole female race. It seemed to her that the man had a strong evasion for women, maybe because of past experience. Was that why he left the hall? But regardless of his thoughts he should never judge a whole race based on the actions by one person alone, it was wrong and childish of him.

“Correct me if I am wrong. What all women do is to stick up to the rich and wealthy, they will do anything to attain luxury even at the expense of another person, they don’t care what they have to give up, the only care about the riches they will attain latter and that it why you and the other young ladies here have come to look for a more 'suitable' husband”

“That is simply nonsense” she felt herself stir up “it’s not called greed as neither one of this women are doing anything wrong or hurting anyone in the process”

“Protecting your peers aren’t you? And what about the several men the turn down and humiliate because they aren’t titled.”

Madison concluded that the young man was only being bitter because he must have been subjected to such treatment. Obviously he was rich judging by the clothing he wore but higher class women preferred to marry from an aristocrat’s linage.

“It’s their choice to choose who they will like to marry, but some have other preference apart from titles”

“Which all include wealth and nothing more”

Even thou he was right she did not want him feeling he knew better. Most young ladies especially debutante like herself looked for prospecting men to marry, and the all but included men with titles but that doesn’t mean the will go to any length to attain it.

“It’s decorum for a debutante to present herself in front of all the respectable members of the ton”

“Only to the higher class?” he looked at her as if she was a complete fool, finding nothing wrong with the English ways.

But what he didn’t know is that Madison found them as repulsive as he did, to give only men of titles importance as if they were God them self and discredit the others. She hated it when the higher class looked down on people and would have never done that, but the man seemed adamant on provoking her and suggesting that she did.

“That wasn’t what I meant”

“Really, And here I thought you were different from all the hen witted women who saw nothing beyond luxury but it turns out you all are just the same.”

Feeling herself boil with rage and losing control for the hundredth time ever since she met him, she gave him her most insulting stare “how dare you imply such without even knowing me”

“Because it all you women do stick up to the rich” she stared at him unblinkingly, he talked like someone who hated women, and she hasn’t come across any man in her whole life who hated women, in fact the all loved them.

“All men are not the same I am sure you know the same goes for women, now if you will excuse me I have to get back to the ball.”

She walked out of the balcony with not as much as a glance towards him.

Walking among the ton, she passed the guest briskly while trying to shut down the words in her head of that man who had not only insulted her but all women in general Simply because she had managed to outsmart his question.

And at that moment she really thought all men were the same, they began to treat a woman with vehemence when the realize she is a tad smarter that them. Their ego would always be their down fall.

She was so caught up in her thought that she didn’t see the group of men in front of her and had collided with one of them resulting for her fan which she held in a deadly grip to slip away from her fingers but she didn’t notice and her continued walking over to mademoiselle after mumbling a quick apology.

“Excuse me; I think you dropped your fan.”