A Ball Of Lust
“Lady Vi, we have a letter for you.”
I was happily lounging on the couch when the servant girl came in, so I just waved my gloved hand, dismissing the letter for later reading. “Leave it on the desk; I’ll get to it later.”
“Lady, it is from the Prince of Vinisila. The royal servant says the Prince insists on you reading the letter.”
I sat up, glaring at her. “You should of told me before. Bring it here.”
She brought the letter on the silver plate to me. I picked it up, reading it thought.

You are invited to the ball
For Prince Cecil to Choose his Wife.
From Six to Midnight, July Third,
It shall happen.
I then read the next letter placed on the plate.

Dear Lady Viola,
I hear you’re a beauty to behold, and it would be gracious if you blessed me with your company at my ball. Please bring your mother Lady Genevieve, and your best dress, as I’ll be choosing my bride, as stated in the previous letter. I’ve heard they you have turned down every offer of marriage so far. If I ask for your hand, I’ll let you know, there won’t be another offer as good as mine.
Sincerely,
The Prince of Vinisila.
I smiled, fanning myself with the letters. “I must get going as soon as possible if I am to arrive at the palace in time for the ball. Girl, tell my mother of the plans, and get the horses and Carriage ready. I am off to find a dress.”

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I decided on my new strapless soft coral pink gown, with a diving V-neck that stopped low enough to show a good inch of cleavage. It was corseted, and the tulle exploded from the dropped waist. I looked out on the balcony, the sun slowly seeping down, telling me six o’clock was coming soon enough. I turned back into my room, Genevieve sitting in the corner, reading a dead poet’s work. I looked at myself in the mirror, and decided to wear an expensive necklace that was crowded with diamonds, and accompanied it with big diamond earrings. My soft brunette hair cascaded down my back, ending near the dropped waist, and a few shorter strands falling down in the front, ending just below my breasts. I pulled some of the long locks back, front and back, into a polished porcelain barrette I had received from a rich suitor who spent too much time trying to look at my chest.
“You look stunning.” My Aunt stood, smiling proudly, tears in her eyes. “If we are good enough, then the Prince may ask for your hand!”
I smiled, and answered slyly, “Only if he is handsome and charming will I even consider his offer.”
I winked at her, giving her hope that I’d say yes. My Aunt clapped her hands together, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Now, be good. Stand straight, be polite, and be sexy when only the Prince is in the room, or when no one is paying attention.”
I nodded, twirling once before curtsying and smiling brightly at her. “I will do my best, Lady Genevieve.”
And I left the room for the ball rooms, which were already crowded with hopeful ladies of every stature invited to this ball. But none of them had a hope in the world against me. I knew I was good enough to get anyone I wanted. Once, a man who was married, asked me to marry him. I was sixteen at the time, and his wife was in the room. The Prince was single, wanting the best looking, politest lady he could get. I was that lady.
Trumpets sounded, and a loud voice announced, “Prince Cecil, Of Vinisila!”
Claps erupted from the crowd, as well as a couple squeals from a couple girls in the corner. I causally looked at them, and then at the doors, where the Prince came through, looking over the crowd until he saw me, and stopped. I smiled, sending a come and get me look over my shoulder and pushing through the crowd to get to a room less crowded, and a couple servants with Champagne.
By the time the Prince entered the almost empty room, I had downed three flutes of champagne, and was working on a fourth, and was defiantly on my way to drunk.