Masquerade ball

[Ace]

She was standing in the front her mirror, admiring her outfit. Finest silk and lace was used to make it. She had spent a fortune on it, but looking in the mirror, she decided that it was worth it. She smiled at her image and left the house. She entered the waiting carriage and started her longish journey to the masquarade ball, thrown by the East India Company.

Her house was stationed a good way out of the city, she liked her solitude and she liked the view. And now she was staring the same view from the window of the carriage, deep in thought. She was hoping that Lord Cutler Beckett was indeed not a coward, but a gentleman worth of his word. She was waiting for the promised dance.

[beckett]

:: An elegant carriage came on the British Embassy of Port Royale, it was the carriage of the supreme Lord. He had to be present obligatorily at those acts that his presence needed. His work sometimes could be exhausting. To get up early and to go to bed late, and that night, he knew that he was going sleep very late::

:: When the company´s soldiers opened the carriage´s door , to two seconds low Lord Cutler Beckett, dressed impeccably in a black suit, as black as his soul. The long black overcoat with rims and golden buttons was fitting perfectly as his vest perfectly to his slender body, only his white wig was giving a little of color to his figure in return in black:::

:: His virile face was going concealed behind a black mask, only his blue and cold eyes were moving with rapidity seeing the guests who were doing to him elegant reverences when they saw it going down carriage::

[Ace]

Few moments later another carriage came to stop before the doors of the British Embassy of Port Royale. The door was opened and an elagant hand came to view. She was helped down and she did come out the carriage with grace the onlookers had never seen before. Her white dress was gently whipping aroind her in the breeze, her face was covered with a white mask made of same silk and lace as her dress. She started walking towards the fron doors with air of arrogance around her. The spectators could not thake their eyes off of her. Whispers started immediately. Who was that woman in white?

Inside the doors she smirked, she knew the effect she had on people outside. But she soon forgot all about that, the music enthralled her.

[Devyn]

A masquerade ball... what more of a perfect place to slip in unnoticed and slip out just as much so. A perfect place to disguise yourself from being pirate to a lady. With a mask over your face, who was to tell the difference?

Devyn had made it into the ball rather easily-- windows open, back doors unlocked. Finding the dress had been more difficult, but she had it now. A black gown with red trim. She rather felt it was quite uncomfortable, compared to her normal attire, but she liked the long black gloves on her hands, making her feel more delicate-- even for a pirate like her. Her plain brown hair was pulled back from her face and a mask of red and gold trim covered her face-- nothing too extravagant.

Best be unnoticed when you're not welcome.

[beckett]

:: Cutler Beckett when entered the dance room, the butlers did to him a reverence and took from him with gentleness his long layer of his shoulders and his cane. Only he took his black gloves of leather for when was going to dance with some lady. He was hoping not to do it, he did not like dancing, only he wanted to BE a little bit agreeably between the guests that he was meeting::

:: All the guests they were inclining lightly to greet him, Beckett corresponded to them with a light smile in his lips. He wanted to happen unnoticed, ignoring all the smiles of the ladies , thinking of being able to come like to the shipwrecks cove . His mind was never resting. Ever::

[Ace]

Lilyanne was standing in the corner which was not like her. She enjoyed being the center of attention, but right now she was more than willing to stand aside and watch the other guests. Sipping her drink, she let her eyes wander around the room. She noticed Lord Beckett immidiately. No one could manage to look so pleasant while looking so cold, no one, not even her had that air of arrogance, he was truly one of a kind. She smiled, took another sip and continued her people watching.

One lady in particular caught her attention. She was wearing a black gown with red trim, long black gloves on her hands and her mask was red with gold trim. There was something in her that made her curious, but she could not put her finger on it. She decided to let it go, but made a mental note to keep an eye on her.

[beckett]

:: The family Norrington when they saw Lord Beckett to the moment they went to speak with him. It was one of the most respected families of Port Royale. Beckett received them with an agreeable smile, kissed the hand to James's wife cautiously and while it was drinking slowly gulps of champagne he was with them during some time, enjoying his company, speaking about the resignation of his son and about his disappearance. Lord Beckett was trying to calm lady Norrington making sure him that some day would appear Norrington::

:: He noticed neither the look of nor Lady Lillyane either of the presence of a strange lady who had gone to the mask balls::

[Ace]

Despite her good efforts her eyes kept wondering on him. She watched as he talked to the Norrington's and drank his champagne. She could not help it, he was like honey, he stuck to you like honey stuck to your fingers. 'I can't get him out of my mind' Lilyanne cursed silently in her mind.

"May I have this dance?" she heard someone ask. She turned her head towards the voice and noticed Lt. Groves looking at her. He was dashing in his costume, but she recognized him anyways. "It would be my pleasure kind sir" She flirted with him, taking his hand. And so he swept her to the lively dance.

[beckett]

:: Cutler Beckett kept on speaking with the Norrington family , sometimes his eyes were covering the dance room, observing the guests, observing the couples dancing, until his look was fixed in a lady dressed in white who was dancing with Groves.He smiled while was taking to his seductive lips crystal glass of Bohemian, but he ignored her completely. Beckett was a prey very difficult to hunt and more when his huntress was a woman. He preferred being the hunter, the Gray Wolf as they were calling it those who knew it, for the crafty thing and the merciless thing that was when was capturing his enemies::

:: The Norrington family asked him to play the pianoforte. Beckett, gained access with pleasure. Approached to the pianoforte with calmed steps, it sat and began to play Toccata, adagio and fugaof Sebastian Bach with agility. All the couples dancers stopped until only the beautiful music of the pianoforte was heard. His fingers were moving with rapidity and his passion in a few seconds went out of his body when his eyes looked at the woman white dressed who was with Groves::

[Ace]

Lilyanne and Groves stopped dancing when the beautiful music started and soo all the other couples stopped too. She let the music wash over her. She closed her eyes in kind of ecstacy, and smiled. Her head was tilted back a little and she looked more enthralling than anything in the room. She could feel his eyes on her only adding to the pleasure. He never faltered in his playing, never made a mistake. 'A true master' she thought and smiled even wider.

Groves was looking at her too, but he was not a stupid man. He knew that he was not the one giving her such pleasure. He knew it was Lord Beckett.