Blooming Spring Flower - Chapter 5

Darn those gala dresses... ;)

Well, in this chapter Heather has a little accident...the kind of situation we wouldn't like to be into.


Chapter 5 of...Blooming Spring Flower

The ballroom was full: many waiters wandered around serving drinks, while the jokers made fun of the life led Watila (of mystery, murder and lies). Across the room you could see a band playing Watila’s traditional songs, a mix of jazz and classical music, near the hall-way an announcer, calling the names of guests that had just arrived, and of course, near all possible entries/exits, guards holding mighty spears.

The queen was sitting on her throne, while the guests that arrived made bows and cheers, greeting Watila’s great leader. Heather was standing by the window, feeling quite uncomfortable on her evening gown. It was beautiful but extremely tight, which made it difficult for her to breathe.Nevertheless, it was the dress the queen had picked for her to wear, thus “she would wear it, no matter what”.

“The prince will not disobey me” the queen had whispered to her ear, earlier in the evening “he will marry you, dear. Don’t you worry: no prince can resist a lady in elegant silver gown (like yours). You’ll be the beauty of the ball!”

The queen was convinced that Heather could easily win the prince’s heart back, only she wasn’t too sure about that. He seemed almost “happy” with Melantha: maybe she should just let them be…
The musicians finished playing “Watila’s Pride” , the opening theme song of the evening. Guests clapped elegantly, satisfied with the performance of their entertainers. The announcer cleared his throat, arranged his suite and with his snotty posture declared that the queen was about to make her royal speech.

“Thank you so very much, Clarence” she said, looking towards the announcer, and then faced her people once more “Dear guests: friends, family, people of Watila and other. From the day…”
While the queen continued her speech, Heather struggled against her dress: she needed to loosen up that dress; otherwise she would die on those darn garments! The ribbons of the upper vest were fastened too firmly. She was short of breath, felt dizzy and sick and had little strength left.

“…and with these simple words I finish my speech. I hope all the work and time we spent arranging this event was worth it, and that all of you enjoy…” the queen was about to conclude her speech.

As Heather pulled harder and harder the ribbons on the back of the dress down, further, so she could “be free” once more.

“…this wonderful evening. And now for the opening dance I ask my dear son, Blake…”

Almost – free.Just one more strong push and …

“…and my favourite daughter, Heather, to come on the dance floor and give me the pleasure to announce, the ‘beginning’ of yet another one of Watila’s Spring Ball!”

Heather accidentally ripped the dress open; somehow, she still couldn’t breathe…