Tuesday, October 22, 2013
A Sleepy Hollow Tale - Part 4
October twirled around in the full length mirror.
“Your costume is fabulous,” squealed Opal. “Going as Katrina von Tassel was a brilliant idea.”
October examined the navy blue gown, with layered bustle, her golden hair curled and pulled back, a few loose curls falling around her face. With a final flip of the hair she smiled at Opal, “Shall we go?”
Opal took flight. “It’s going to be so much fun.”
October and Opal stopped at the top of the stairs as the butler announced their arrival. October looked over the crowd, the costumes were magnificent and smiles filled the room.
“Thank you so much for coming,” she said. “This will be the best Halloween Ball yet. Please enjoy yourself.”
The crowd appalled before turning back to their various conversations. October descended the stairs, as she reached the bottom a hand shot out, helping her down. October gasped as she was meant with Damon’s gaze.
“Why Miss October, you make a ravishing Katrina von Tassel, Ichabod is a lucky man,” he said planting a kiss on her hand. “May I have your first dance?”
October swallowed a girlish giggle that threatened to expose her giddiness. “I would love to, Mr. Black.”
Damon led her out to the dance floor and twirled her around into his arms.
“We have a problem,” said Damon.
October furrowed her brow. “We do?”
Damon nodded. “You keep insisting on calling me Mr. Black. It’s very formal and proper and those are two things I pride myself on not being. Please call me Damon, Miss October.”
A smile caressed October’s face. “Only if you drop the ‘Miss’ and just call me October.”
“Sounds like we have a deal then,” said Damon. “But I’m afraid we have another problem.”
October raised an eyebrow. “Do tell.”
“I have a confession to make.”
“Did you spike the punch, like you did last year?” asked October with a wink.
Damon chuckled. “I wasn’t aware you knew about that. But no it’s not that.”
“Mr… I mean… Damon, you really must tell me so I can remedy the situation.”
“I am hopelessly in love with a woman, but I’m afraid she doesn’t feel the same. I’m not sure what to do about that.”
October felt her shoulder’s slump. “You strike me as being very good with the ladies. I’m sure you’ll have no problem with this one.”
“She is different,” he said.
“Well she would be a fool not to love you back,” said October, swallowing the lump in her throat.
“You really think that?” Damon asked slowing their dance.
October nodded. “I do.”
“I’m very pleased to hear that, because it’s you, October. I am hopelessly in love with you. I have been for years,” he confessed.
“Oh my,” October gasped.
Damon leaned in planting a soft, luscious kiss on October. Her heart felt like it would throb out of her chest. He pulled away. “Does this mean you feel the same?”
October nodded. “I do and I have for such a long time.”
As they leaned in for a second kiss, the doors flew open, a gust of wind blowing out every candle leaving the ball in a veil of darkness. A faint orange glow appeared in the doorway. October gasped as the glow grew exposing a lighted jack-o-lantern held by a headless horseman.