Bury That Man in a Tuxedo

"We would be honored by your presence at the 50th Annual Ball of Goodgramgate..." I whispered, reading the invitation letter they sent us, last two weeks. As the leather seat of Manhattan Noir Cadillac we're riding touches my back, I rolled my eyes while arms were crossed. If it wasn't for the sake of money, I would never join those bastards in a ball. How could I expect genuine happiness from a place fraught with liars and swindlers. What a damn ache to my head... I shrugged and opened the window beside me. A cold breeze of wind abruptly swifts over my face as I lean on it, hence I tuck the strand of my hair that veiled my frown, eyes still pinned on the sceneries we pass through. In an instance, a pained smile blossomed in my lips, as I see a girl who was carried at the back of her father, I guess. Her giggles barely remind me of my vivid memoirs with dad. "Wipe those tears, Ellie..." Calum said in a monotone, left hand gripping the steering wheel, while the other one was with a tobacco. "You're not a crybaby anymore." The back of my index finger suddenly mopped the tears beneath my eyes, when I noticed the reflection of him from the front mirror, seriously glaring at me. I immediately fixed myself on seat, anchoring my sight on the road instead. His deep sigh resounded across the narrowness, so I bit my lower lip to contain the tears that should've fallen. Anyone who would have a brief glimpse on how he treats me right now, will surely conceive that he is ruthless. Yet for almost nine years I've been fostered by him, it wasn't what I felt. In fact, it was me who pleaded him to make me more emotionally stable, so that I couldn't be easily driven by the depth of my sentiments... ---Like what I just did. Calum informed me that we're near to the Goodgramgate Hall so I began checking on my face. He told me that I shouldn't look meek there, so I gently rubbed the crimson lipstick against my soft lips, then sided my face in front of the mirror to have an assurance. After being contented, my shoulders which were laid on the seat were slightly lifted, going back to my usual composure. "How about Lisanna, Drake, and the others?" feeding my curiousity, I asked him. It was so strange that only the both of us were inside this Cadillac. We are invited on a social gathering organized by the city of Goodgramgate's higher ups, little did they know, we are also going there to accomplish a mission. Faking myself in front of anyone wasn't actually my cup of tea, but I accepted this task for I don't want to ruin my established reputation. "They just texted me," he said, turning the steering wheel on the right. "They're waiting for us outside the hall." I nodded before heaving a sigh. Ellie, this wasn't your first time to go on a quest. Don't ridicule yourself, please?! All you need to do is to be decent in front of those dumbass, nothing else. My sight brightened, seeing our comrades at the side of the closed huge entrance. The thought of stealing everyone's attention as we enter it tickles my fairytale dreams I once had. Before I manage to open the door, a man in a suit outside already did, he must be a security guard. As I step out of the car, he sincerely greeted me while his head was bowed. I was near thanking him, not until I noticed Calum's eyebrow, it was raised on me. So I lifted my chin up and passed by the guard, like nothing happened. "Let's go," Calum coldly stated, then walked in front of the entrance, so as we. There were five of us : Calum, Drake, Lisanna, Yyx, and I. A luminous atmosphere embraced our suited bodies, as it slowly opens. We act nothing but stood up there, until it was widened. The dazzled face of those nobles and bitches caught my attention but I neglected it after some seconds, many of them were roughly staring on us, others were murmuring. Calum authoritatively stepped across the middle, it simply prompts us to follow, unbothered by the crowd's edgy glares. I went beside him. We're heading to the table where the staffs are pointing out, he just nodded as regards. Everything in my vision was touched with gold, since it was the motif of this event. It looks so majestic and organized, it makes me think I'm in a disney movie. "Bon après-midi, Calum Enoch Kensley!" a white-bearded man uttered, then a smile began plastering on his face. He seems refined judging his white tuxedo with gold linings. "And to these beautiful beings along with you," he added, while pacing his sight over us. "Également, Monsieur Devon Connor Cholmondoley!" Calum briefly said. My mouth should've part, hearing how he called him. Seriously?! He was Devon Connor Cholmodoley? The well-known CEO of Mondolves Company; The billionaire tycoon; The owner of hundreds of art galleries and museums all over the Cheviot Hills. Slowly being nibbled by flabbergast, I bowed my head in recognition of his greatness, "Ravi de vous rencontrer, Monsieur!" with all politeness, I mouthed. A smile was painted on Mr. Devon's lips and I've witnessed it. He leaned near Calum's right ear. "You had a wonderful taste, huh?" I've managed to hear it, though it was ought to be a whisper. "Pardon, Sir. But, uh..." I stuttered, reason why his eyes rerouted on me before softly chuckles. "He's not my..." it made my cheeks a bit crimsoned but I never showed it, that I felt ashamed. "This is Eleanor Mildred Bensonn," Calum formally introduced me to the billionaire tycoon in front of us. Butterflies began rumbling inside of my stomach as I hear it. Mr. Devon turned his gaze on me, barely examining me from my head to toe. "My trusted right-hand, one of my best agents, and..." he paused, "executant of later's major event." Mr. Devon suddenly formed an 'o' with his lips. "Really?" he said in amused tone, covering his mouth with a palm. Being unaware of how would I respond to his reaction, I bow my head. "I see," he added, nodding. "Anyway, please take a seat, ladies and gents." Like what he said, we did sat on the side of the vast ground floor. This was actually my first time to go in a ball or any social event, like this one. Usually, our missions were done inside the actual building of where the target is located, or somewhere unnoticeable by the crowd. And back then when I'm still a kid, despite of my aspiration to experience a fairytale-like gatherings, I didn't had any chance. First, my family wasn't actually into such things. And second, I don't want to ask Calum to throw one. It's not just because of shame, but... sort of. While being bothered by my own thoughts, I felt my bladder in abrupt, I need to pee. Now that I am already clothed with this black thigh-high slit gown, seriously?! But what the heck can I do? "Where's the comfort room, Sanna?" I whispered to Lisanna, who was currently laying his back against the golden chair, with damn calmness. She was doing a retouch on her make-up, but when she heard my voice, she immediately faced me. "Not certain, but I think... there!" she answered while pointing at the passageway beside the catered foods. I followed her gesture with my eyes. I found it, finally, and I guess she was right. "Be right back," before I stood up and carry my gold stringed pouch, I stated. "Okay, Ellie," she replied and once again, the sponge she was grasping, landed on her delicate skin. I passed through the hallway and there, I located the comfort room. Few steps after I entered the all-white restroom, I had forthwith caught my weight as I stumble on the floor, being slipped by something I didn't notice. "Oh, my god. What lame dumbass are you?" an irritating shrill of an unknown lady deafened my ears in an instance. "Do you even have eyes? You're so stupid! Look, you've smudged my heels and now it's filthy! This was all your fault!" The girl crossed her arms, then rolled eyes on me. Who the hell she think she is? A queen?! Does she even know that it was her who tripped me? I chuckled softly as I slowly stands up, fixing my composure that this girl did just messed. Obviously, this lady wasn't enough to threaten me? Not even a thrice of herself. She took a couple of single step backwards, when I began walking near her, scowling. This is her fault, she messed with me. "What did you ask again?" I sarcastically asked her while grinning. Seeing her paled face almost made me stumble in laughter, but I need to keep it for now. "So, you're not only blind, but also a deaf? What a pity..." she bravely affronted me. "Pardon?" I stated, pointing on my eyes and ears. Slightly bending my back to come near her ear, "but let me tell you this..." I stood up after I whisper. "I got a palm and it wants to greet you," before she spit any phrase, not even a single word, my palm harshly slapped her grimace. She was moved by that and held the wall behind her to support her weight. After that, the lady touches her cheek, while eyebrows were furrowed. "How dare you, b***h?! Do you even know me?!" she yelled at me. Then I felt pressure on my breasts as she thrusted it, hardly. An ache on my back when it bumped into the edge of lavatory, made my knees more weakened. I grumbled in pain much more, as she pulled my hair and thrown me hard on the wall. "Don't you f*****g dare to hurt me!" she screamed. I have seen how her face turned confused as I smirked. She should have expected that I will be crying by now, but it wasn't what she witnessed. It surely sternly slaps her. Supporting my weight, I cradled both of my palms over the floor to stand up and make this poor lady suffer in anguish. She didn't expect it, I dashed near her to pound her face, then blood splattered from her mouth. Seeing a stupid hag to turn into a quivering s**t, was one of the most satisfying scenario for me. "W-who the hell are... you?!" with full of maze, she asked me, wiping blood off her lips. I took single steps towards her. "I'm your worst nightmare, hon!" I playfully whispered, as the black nail of my finger dances across her cheek. The lady tapped my hand with force and pushed me away, I couldn't help but to let out a cackle. "You're crazy, don't you ever come near me!" she shouted in piss, before running out of the restroom. I immediately followed her. I've seen the bad ass lady who had thought she could bully me, but ended up escaping my sight. What a pity. I laughed out loud to irritate her more. "If you're my target, there's no way you could save yourself," I threatened her which I thought was eminently effective, for I saw her trembling. "Let me go, b***h!" she howled, continuously fleeing through the hallway. But she was steadfast, she didn't stood any moment to look back at me. "DIE!" As I shout to her, taking off my stiletto was synchronized. Its peaked heel shined when the radiance that lights gave, reflected on it. A smirk was shaped on my lips before I finally thrown that stiletto towards her direction, it rushed fast as a thunder. Though she had went far, it still pierced that lady's back that made her groan in ache. Her blood splattered around her as she kneel on the floor. I strolled near her to haul her corpse inside the restroom. Locking her in a cubicle was the most efficient way I had thought of, so that's what I did. I shook off my hands to rid the dirt I've gained from this f*****g lady. "You don't know me," I whispered. Before I left the comfort room, I stood in front of the mirror wall. I tried to fix my high-bun hair that was ruined. The tip of my crimson-shade lipstick also touched my lips, softly. I became senseless for some moments, staring at the well-dressed lady in front of me. Am I really you? I gulped and heaved a deep sigh, then I stepped backwards to go back on the party. The crowd was chitchatting with each other when I sat down. No corner wasn't fraught with smiles and shining eyes. Their glossy suits and gowns added splendid vibe all around. No wonder why they were admired by a lot of people around them, especially those who claimed they were lower than these nobles... those who has no recognizable role in society, unlike these golds. But they couldn't deny something... ---No matter how dazzling their wearings are, it couldn't veil how their hearts were rotten. They were worse than demons, indeed. "Bon après-midi, tout le monde!" a middle-aged man who wears a gold tuxedo and black pants, had stated in a lively tone. As far as I could remember, he is Mr. Roswell Lands, the owner of a huge company of fine and expensive wines all over the Cheviot Hills, the Levourige Inc. "Commençons la fête," a lady of beaut added. She is Danara Sphiner, the famous supermodel and also a celebrity entrepreneur. She was wearing an off-shoulder gold gown, riveted with silvers and bronze pellets. Right after they spoke, everyone stood up, clapping. Then the rhythm of classical tune began roaming across the hall, it gave me sudden chill and relief, it was just so fine. I sipped a little Mourvèdre as I lay my back on my seat. My eyes traveled around, looking for someone. "Are you ready?" though the crowd was thunderous and the music was loud, I still did hear Drake's voice when he asked me. I thrown a vague face towards him, then laid the wineglass on the table. I tucked the strands of my hair which were left untied, on the side of my ear. "When did I came offhanded?" He sneered after hearing my proud words. Does he think I am fooling him? Of course, I am ready! I could even kill him first. "Good to know, love," he murmured. A sharp glare I gave to Drake began burning him. He chuckled soft. "Call me that s**t again, I'll bury you alive. I swear," with firmness on voice, I stated. But my attention was caught, when I noticed a guy looking at me. He was clothed with dark grey suit and black trousers, with his brownish hair brushed up. I slightly tilted my head sidewards, as if I'm stretching the hell out of me, though I'm not. My fingers slowly crawled over my neck down to the top of my chest. "Holy s**t," I heard Drake's mutter, as he watches me do it. Yet, I neglected him, it isn't for him though. Like what the heck!? Once again, my eyes glimmered as I glanced at the guy who's now approaching me. I tucked the threads of my hair, again. "Mon amour, shall we?" he offered his hand, after asking me. I smiled, sweetly, before I stand up to accept his remarks. We walked along the crowd to slowly dance for a bit. My childhood did a great part for this moment. I am grateful that my dad taught me how to do this. Everytime he was going home from his work, late at night and I am still up, we usually dance beneath the dim light of our chandelier. Before leading me inside my room to sleep. "Tu es si belle ce soir," his compliment made me smile. "Really? Thank you, then." After our feet moved along the dance floor, we decided to sat and drink. He seemed so gent. I hope so. "Red or white?" he asked me, but I know where he's going to. "Red." "A Mourvèdre? I saw you drinking one." "Probably." "Wanna try some Chardonnay?" he asked and handed me his wineglass, with a pale yellow colored wine in it. "Sure." I took a sip from it. From the refraction of glass, I saw him looking at me, sternly. I laid the wineglass on my thighs to show him my reaction to its taste. "How's it?" he asked, again, With a smile plastered on my face, I returned it to him. "Actually, this is my first time to try it. And it indeed tastes good. Je vous remercie." "Pas de soucis," he briefly answered. I saw how he sipped right exactly on where my lipstick mark was left. "I didn't expect that it'll be better with your lips on it." We chuckled together as he said it. I gulped a little from my Mourvèdre, while staring at him, passionately, so he smiled. But he harshly emplaced his wineglass above the table and held his chest, panicked. "What's happening?!" he was gasping when his eyes paced all over the hall in hysteria. His sweat was evident on his forehead down to his face. I gently chortled, watching him slowly loses his own breath. "I thought you were smart, Mr. Larc Finn Algor. But it seems like you were stupid as your deeds," I scorned him sturdy. "What the hell did you do?!" his scowl made me laugh. He was acting like an innocent boy who can't commit any sin. But poor him, I know how heinous he is. "You're a lustful dickhead, all you did was to look at my body. That's why you didn't notice when I poured some Cyanide into your wine, that will surely destroy you sooner or later. Just like how you unmercifully poisoned and r***d Mr. Cholmondoley's daughter." "f**k y-you," he mouthed, as he breathe heavily. "W-who the hell... are you?!" "If karma won't come to you, let us bring it by ourselves." "s**t! You're... a S-Silvermaze?!" "Certainly. Just call me Ellie Mildred Bensonn. At your service," I playfully uttered, before his body fell on the ground, lifeless.