Sebille was excited. Sebastian had told her that there would be a fancy dress
ball this evening not too far from the mansion. They’d need to take a helicopter
but the trip wouldn’t be that long. Apparently it was a yearly event that was
organized by Null’s bosses. He hadn’t been happy about Sebastian telling her
this and he’d been really reluctant about going, too, but everyone would wear
masks so it wasn’t like they’d really recognize her or anything. She was so
excited about it that he’d finally given in and even told her to use something
of his mother’s. The butler had kindly borrowed her a sewing machine so that she
could do some fixes to the dress she chose; it was a red silk dress with a long
hem and a low-cut neck. The only problem with it was that it was really old
fashioned, so Sebille had begun fixing it by shortening the hem and replacing
some of the front buttons with lace and ribbons. She would look smashing in it
and she was determined to have Null’s jaw drop to the ground. She was now sewing
more fabric and detail to the back hem, humming as she thought about how it
She’d taken a look at the masks and had thought that she’d need a certain type
of a hat to match the whole outfit. Sebille had already found the hat she would
wear from one of Null’s mother’s chests, but it absolutely needed a large fluffy
feather on top, which Sebastian had gone looking for.
She was almost done when Sebastian knocked on the door and appeared with a large
white feather. “Oh, that’s exactly what I was looking for!” She
immediately took her foot off the sewing machine’s pedal and jumped up. The
butler handed the feather to her, “I’m glad it fits your needs” he smiled
cryptically. “Oh yes, it’s perfect.” She was already attaching it to the
hat. “Now that this is done I just need to finish the dress. Null’s going to
love it. He won’t admit it but he will love it.” Sebastian actually
laughed, it was such a catchy laugh that Sebille couldn’t help but smile. “I’m
sure he will.” he bowed and left the room. Sebille was now alone with her
unfinished dress again. It didn’t look like much right now; all huddled up on
the table, full of ruffles with no visible shape. But it was going to look
Sebille had finished the dress but still needed to wash up and do her hair and
make up. She entered their bedroom, expecting to see grumpy Null but met with
Sebastian instead, “Where’s Null?” “The
young master’s taking a bath.” Well, hadn’t he chosen the perfect time for that; “Oh, in
that case, I’ll join him.” She grinned. “Is that wise, miss?” “That
tub could fit ten people in it. I’m so going.” She entered the bathroom
quickly before Sebastian would think of an excuse to not let her join the tall
man. She entered the room quietly, although she knew it was futile; Null would
know she was there no matter what she did. “What?” She heard him say
without turning around. “You use that word a lot nowadays…” Sebille was
trying to keep him distracted while se worked to rid herself of her clothes.
Once they were on the marble floor, she scampered to the tub and leaned her
elbows on it, “Is it nice and warm?” Null’s eyes were closed, “Why?”
“Because I’m getting in.” she giggled, heaved her legs over the side and
slid into the tub before Null had time to react. He opened his eyes and managed
to look surprised, awkward, annoyed and calm at the same time. “Hmm, what’s
the matter? Afraid I’ll bite?” Sebille moved towards him excruciatingly
slowly; she could almost feel him backing away.
She sat right next to him and spoke, “Why are you so reluctant about going to
the ball?” “Dangerous people attend it.” Null was looking away.
Sebille rose slightly out of the water and leaned towards him just enough to be
able to reach his cheek with her hand. She put her hands on both of his cheeks
and turned his head to face her. “But I’ll be fine. I’ll be wearing a mask
and I’ll be with you.” He looked back calmly but didn’t answer. She leaned
to kiss him and let her bare chest press against Null’s shoulder; she could hear
him inhale sharply. The young model pulled back slowly, observing him carefully;
he looked like he was ready to run away just about now. Null was so proper it
amused her greatly, and also made her wonder how long he could keep it up. “Are
you done here? Because I should be getting cleaned up.” “I am.” He
left the bath in a haste and barely had his clothes on when the exited through
the door, while Sebille’s laugh echoed in the room.
It was almost time to leave and she was running fashionably late. Her make up
was perfect and her dress was perfect, but she was fighting with the attachment
of the hat. The medium sized red felt hat just wouldn’t stay on her hair in the
right position without mucking up the hairdo she had worked so hard on. She was
hoping it’d stay now that she’d put at least two dozen hair pins into her hair.
Sebille turned her head and tilted it to several directions; it didn’t budge.
She smiled approvingly and turned to the wooden door; now she could finally go.
She hurried down the hallway, her heels making echoes on the empty halls and her
dress trailing behind her.
She emerged on the top of the stairs as gracefully as she possibly could. The
dress fitted so well on her chest, waist and hips that it looked like it was
made for her. The front hemline was short; it barely covered her knees, while
the back was all ruffles and reached the floor. The embroidery and lace around
the low collar brought everyone’s attention to where it was due. Sebille would
enjoy the looks she was to get –but Null’s was the one she would enjoy most of
all, and the one she wore the outfit for. She descended the stairs slowly and
elegantly; her white heels clattered softly on every step and the large feather
on her hat swayed with the currents of air. She knew she looked gorgeous.
Null’s eyes were glued on her as she’d expected. She looked at him as she came
down and had to admit that he didn’t look bad himself; he was wearing a simple
but classy white suit with white shoes, and a white hat with a red ribbon. She
was red with white detailing and he was white with a single red stripe. Sebille
was quite sure his outfit had something to do with Sebastian.
Sebille walked straight to him; “Shall we go, then?” Null took her hand
and lead her to the back of the house and into the helicopter.