|Eva Mae looked on at the other dancers on the floor in dismay.He said he’d be here, she recalls.Hanging her head low, she ran out of the Argylls halls in dissappointment, a smidge of embarrassment even.
They talked the evening before one of their first Ballroom competitions among the many that were to come. Pierre was Waiting for her at the station because he knew that’s where her hansom arrived to take her back to the house. His eyes lit up When Eva Mae approached his side.
“Are you following me, Mr. Adams?” She asked playfully.
Pierre managed a chuckle and said, “Don’t flatter yourself, Eva Mae. You see, I don’t have the time to do that When I’m busy running away from my lady-friends, swooning over me.”
“Swooning, and over you?!” She laughed. “Clearly you got off on the wrong side of your bed, or the bed of that What’s-her-name.”
“Her name is Yvonne and we don’t see each other anymore. Before you ask what happened, I’ll say this much: it’s a long story. besides you don’t have much time because you’re hansom might arrive any minute now.”
Eva Mae’s laughter disappeared and said, ” Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” She tried to hide her glee, but her eyes begged to differ.
“Ah well, I’m looking for a fresh start. Now, What I wanted to ask, before you made your outrageous assumptions, was what colour is your dress for tomorrow?”
” So that I can wear the same coloured suit, silly.”
Eva Mae widened her eyes in shock. “Are you mad, we will look ridiculous!”
“Why, Dunphy said it is a compulsion at the competition and that you would prefer me wearing the same colour!”
For several moments, she looked at him with pity and burst in fits of laughter while Pierre stood looking at her, confused.
“I can’t believe I fell for that bloke’s mischief! I will deal with him later,” he said with a smug smile on his tanned skin with dimples.
Her hansom finally arrived. Pierre and Eva Mae looked at each other with an unspoken admiration for each other.
“I’ll see you at the dance tomorrow,” Eva Mae Said with a hidden excitement but he could see it, shining through her.
“See you, Miss Brown.”
The horse neighed forward but she could see his figure drifting away from the windows.
Eva Mae came back to the present and realized she’d been crying while thinking about their conversation the evening before.
All my life, I’ve been kept hanging, She thought to herself. I’ve been kept waiting for things to happen. He really made me believe magic can happen with anyone and that my time will come. I assume he didn’t mean that with me.
As she wiped her tears and got up to leave, Eva Mae couldn’t comprehend what she was seeing.
Pierre was standing in front of her.
“You came,” She said in disblief, forgetting all her sadness.
They stood rooted at their spots outside the halls, in the garden for what seemed like hours but merely moments had passed.
They began hearing of what sounded like Frank Strauss’ Fascination playing around them, the one that they were to dance on for the competition.
“You look beautiful, beyond words,” he whispered.
As Frank played on his melody, Pierre and Eva Mae began swaying as not two bodies, but one like they had been doing it their whole life.
Their magic shone like the brightest of the diamonds under the moonlight. As the song came to a close, they slowed down to look at each other in clarity once more.
“What will I do of you?” Eva Mae asked, not particularly expecting an answer.