Dear diary,
I'm really tired, after this evening party, but I need to write down a thing that has happened during the ball.
Sitting on one of the black pouf, I'm watching the ballroom full of dancing people.
The decorations are wonderful, and sparkle in the penumbra like black, silver and oranges embroideries. The webs on the walls seem true, and the spectral cemetery with cypresses wrapped in the fog that's visible through the great windows gave a dark touch to the atmosphere.
After many weeks of work, finally I'm admiring the fruits of my job: my دوستوں loved the dresses that I had sewn for them, and now they're dancing in the arms of their boyfriends.
Only Veevee, dressed as a pirate (but in a much modern version: jeans, heels and red top) is dancing alone in the center of the dance floor.
The only thing that don't convince to me too much, this evening, is being the only one not in disguise. After doing all the decorations, the dresses for my friends, after the study and after all the other things, I've had not the time (and neither I want) to think something for me.
So, I had found myself half an گھنٹہ before the beginning of the festivity right in front of the closet, staring at my everyday dresses. At the end I've chosen a short, white sleeveless dress, the simpler dress I had in my closet: if I can't be disguised, I want to be completely myself. I've chosen a pair of silver ballerinas and a very thin hairband made of silver and zirconiums, It's a gift of my grandmother for my fifteenth birthday, and even if it's nearly invisible, it's the only precious accessory I have.
Now I'm admiring Telemira, beautiful in her silver dress, and I feel someone grazing my shoulder.
- Ross. - I say, smiling.
He smiles to me too, but he seems embarrassed.
- What's going on? -
- It's going on that that آپ don't have an Halloween's dress. And it's going on that I'm feeling like an idiot. - He says, with a sigh, lowering the eyes.
- Hey, آپ aren't an idiot! - I exclaim.
- I am. I knew very well that آپ would be too much busy to think about your Halloween costume. So, I've کہا myself: 'why not give her a dress as a gift?' And I've tried, I swear it to you. I have walked far and wide all over Magix, to تلاش a dress that that could match your personality… but I haven't found anything. So here I am. Whit my empty hands. I'm so sorry. – He says.
- Oh, Ross, don't worry! I don't care about having a costume for this party, if I can have a company like yours! - I exclaim, smiling again.
He raises the eyes and stares at me. On his lips a smile is hidden.
- Would آپ like dancing with me? - He asks, stretching his hand to me.
I take his hand and I follow him on the dance floor.
موسیقی is quite sweet, the lights are come down, and above our head there's only the enormous, pale sphere that Chloe has created with her magic. On the dark ceiling it's like a great full moon. Silver beams of light sparkle on the couples that dance, embraced.
Ross has a hand on my back, I can feel his delicate touch through my thin dress.
While we're dancing, I watch around. I do not succeed to find the courage to raise the eyes towards him… we are دوستوں since months, and I care a lot for him… but I'm still too much shy for looking him in the eyes, especially in a romantic moment like this.
Feeling observed, I raise the eyes towards Ross. He's illuminated سے طرف کی the silver moon, and the pale rays are reflected سے طرف کی his black curls. He's really gorgeous.
And suddenly, Ross stops.
- Are آپ ok? - I ask, astonished. - Have I made something wrong? -
- آپ could say it to me. - He says, smiling in a very lovely way.
- Say what? -
- Than آپ have dressed up yourself as an angel. - He says smiling enigmatically, holding my hands.
- What are آپ saying? I am not dressed up as nothing! This is me! - I exclaim.
- Exactly. - He says, stroking my hair. - Your white dress, these small stars that shines between your hairs and the way they reflect the light, as if you're sining in your own light... your green eyes, مزید luminous and transparent than ever, the way in which آپ put always all before yourself, the way in which آپ think about the others before thinking about yourself, the way in which آپ take care of everyone, also of the ones who hurt you, the ones who humiliate you, the ones who hate you… I couldn't be able of buying آپ an Halloween costume, Honey, because it would be a pity if a person like آپ would have pretended to be someone else, because there isn't anyone that can be better than you, in this world. - He says, all in a breath, looking me in the eyes.
As it was expectable, I blush and lower the eyes.
But Ross raises me the face with the hands, holding my cheeks in flames between its beautiful fresh hands.
- I like you, Miele. I like آپ so much. -
Confused, I make a step behind. And before I can stop myself, I'm running away from the ballroom, far away from Ross, Telemira and all the others.
I go out on the great terrace of Alfea, and I feel my دل beating frantically.
Whit an hand on my chest, I ask myself why I'm feeling in this way.
But it is only a rhetorical question: I know very well why my دل beats this way, and because I've run away from the ballroom. I love Ross.
- Miele. - Someone calls me.
- Ross. - I say, without turning towards him.
- Have I scared you? Please, forgive to me… I've already کہا that I'm an idiot? - He says, with a laugh hidden in his voice.
- You're not an idiot. I am. - I say, in a low voice.
Ross comes closer to me, encircles my shoulders with an arm and he hugs me strongly. Then he watches me in the eyes. My hands are on his chest, and I can feel his دل beating strongly under my fingers. I smile, because I feel that also my دل is beating in the same way.
After some منٹ of emotion, he takes my hands and kisses my fingertips. Then he smiles and we shared another warm hug. He takes me سے طرف کی the handand, and we come back to the ballroom.
After we came back, we've had a great night with all our friends, as usual. We've danced, we've laughed and we've talked a lot.
But that moment... that small, innocent moment on the terrace changed everything. Now we know that we love each other, even if we're too shy to admit it loud. But there will be time for the words. Now I'm glad that we're together.
I don't know if I'm an angel. But I'm sure that Ross is my Prince Charming.
Goodnight.
Miele
I'm really tired, after this evening party, but I need to write down a thing that has happened during the ball.
Sitting on one of the black pouf, I'm watching the ballroom full of dancing people.
The decorations are wonderful, and sparkle in the penumbra like black, silver and oranges embroideries. The webs on the walls seem true, and the spectral cemetery with cypresses wrapped in the fog that's visible through the great windows gave a dark touch to the atmosphere.
After many weeks of work, finally I'm admiring the fruits of my job: my دوستوں loved the dresses that I had sewn for them, and now they're dancing in the arms of their boyfriends.
Only Veevee, dressed as a pirate (but in a much modern version: jeans, heels and red top) is dancing alone in the center of the dance floor.
The only thing that don't convince to me too much, this evening, is being the only one not in disguise. After doing all the decorations, the dresses for my friends, after the study and after all the other things, I've had not the time (and neither I want) to think something for me.
So, I had found myself half an گھنٹہ before the beginning of the festivity right in front of the closet, staring at my everyday dresses. At the end I've chosen a short, white sleeveless dress, the simpler dress I had in my closet: if I can't be disguised, I want to be completely myself. I've chosen a pair of silver ballerinas and a very thin hairband made of silver and zirconiums, It's a gift of my grandmother for my fifteenth birthday, and even if it's nearly invisible, it's the only precious accessory I have.
Now I'm admiring Telemira, beautiful in her silver dress, and I feel someone grazing my shoulder.
- Ross. - I say, smiling.
He smiles to me too, but he seems embarrassed.
- What's going on? -
- It's going on that that آپ don't have an Halloween's dress. And it's going on that I'm feeling like an idiot. - He says, with a sigh, lowering the eyes.
- Hey, آپ aren't an idiot! - I exclaim.
- I am. I knew very well that آپ would be too much busy to think about your Halloween costume. So, I've کہا myself: 'why not give her a dress as a gift?' And I've tried, I swear it to you. I have walked far and wide all over Magix, to تلاش a dress that that could match your personality… but I haven't found anything. So here I am. Whit my empty hands. I'm so sorry. – He says.
- Oh, Ross, don't worry! I don't care about having a costume for this party, if I can have a company like yours! - I exclaim, smiling again.
He raises the eyes and stares at me. On his lips a smile is hidden.
- Would آپ like dancing with me? - He asks, stretching his hand to me.
I take his hand and I follow him on the dance floor.
موسیقی is quite sweet, the lights are come down, and above our head there's only the enormous, pale sphere that Chloe has created with her magic. On the dark ceiling it's like a great full moon. Silver beams of light sparkle on the couples that dance, embraced.
Ross has a hand on my back, I can feel his delicate touch through my thin dress.
While we're dancing, I watch around. I do not succeed to find the courage to raise the eyes towards him… we are دوستوں since months, and I care a lot for him… but I'm still too much shy for looking him in the eyes, especially in a romantic moment like this.
Feeling observed, I raise the eyes towards Ross. He's illuminated سے طرف کی the silver moon, and the pale rays are reflected سے طرف کی his black curls. He's really gorgeous.
And suddenly, Ross stops.
- Are آپ ok? - I ask, astonished. - Have I made something wrong? -
- آپ could say it to me. - He says, smiling in a very lovely way.
- Say what? -
- Than آپ have dressed up yourself as an angel. - He says smiling enigmatically, holding my hands.
- What are آپ saying? I am not dressed up as nothing! This is me! - I exclaim.
- Exactly. - He says, stroking my hair. - Your white dress, these small stars that shines between your hairs and the way they reflect the light, as if you're sining in your own light... your green eyes, مزید luminous and transparent than ever, the way in which آپ put always all before yourself, the way in which آپ think about the others before thinking about yourself, the way in which آپ take care of everyone, also of the ones who hurt you, the ones who humiliate you, the ones who hate you… I couldn't be able of buying آپ an Halloween costume, Honey, because it would be a pity if a person like آپ would have pretended to be someone else, because there isn't anyone that can be better than you, in this world. - He says, all in a breath, looking me in the eyes.
As it was expectable, I blush and lower the eyes.
But Ross raises me the face with the hands, holding my cheeks in flames between its beautiful fresh hands.
- I like you, Miele. I like آپ so much. -
Confused, I make a step behind. And before I can stop myself, I'm running away from the ballroom, far away from Ross, Telemira and all the others.
I go out on the great terrace of Alfea, and I feel my دل beating frantically.
Whit an hand on my chest, I ask myself why I'm feeling in this way.
But it is only a rhetorical question: I know very well why my دل beats this way, and because I've run away from the ballroom. I love Ross.
- Miele. - Someone calls me.
- Ross. - I say, without turning towards him.
- Have I scared you? Please, forgive to me… I've already کہا that I'm an idiot? - He says, with a laugh hidden in his voice.
- You're not an idiot. I am. - I say, in a low voice.
Ross comes closer to me, encircles my shoulders with an arm and he hugs me strongly. Then he watches me in the eyes. My hands are on his chest, and I can feel his دل beating strongly under my fingers. I smile, because I feel that also my دل is beating in the same way.
After some منٹ of emotion, he takes my hands and kisses my fingertips. Then he smiles and we shared another warm hug. He takes me سے طرف کی the handand, and we come back to the ballroom.
After we came back, we've had a great night with all our friends, as usual. We've danced, we've laughed and we've talked a lot.
But that moment... that small, innocent moment on the terrace changed everything. Now we know that we love each other, even if we're too shy to admit it loud. But there will be time for the words. Now I'm glad that we're together.
I don't know if I'm an angel. But I'm sure that Ross is my Prince Charming.
Goodnight.
Miele
