Dancing With Fate

Dancing With Fate

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I walked primly towards the grand entrance doors of the Cullen Palace.

I hated events like these, I had no idea why other ladies made such a big fuss about them, what with all the squealing and throwing themselves at the feet of the hosts, hoping to catch the eye of a rich and worthy bachelor. It truly did sicken me, in fact, thinking of the company I would have to put up with this evening made me nauseous.

I wondered if mother would buy the idea that I was sick and allow me to return home….

Who was I kidding? Knowing her she would simply ask me to turn around and march right back here again. Mothers do get the craziest ideas about love and marriage…. I approached the open intricately wrought iron doors and winced as I was announced to the other guests. I walked as steadily as I could down the red-carpeted stairs, trying my best to ignore the glares of the women around me as the men around them ogled at me.

I hated the unwanted attention. At this very moment, I did agree with the age-old saying that beauty was indeed a curse. I wasn't saying that I was beautiful, but my gown was gorgeous and that made up for my lack of attractiveness in the physical department. It was made of soft periwinkle blue silk material, which suited the warm weather just fine. The gown was sleeveless and off shouldered, with pretty white lace floral embroidering at the bottom of the hem that trailed all the way up to where the mid-calf should be.

The gown hugged my figure from the chest all the way to the hips where it flared out into a train. And certainly expensive too, a fact that I hated, yet could not deny. I made my way to an empty table in the corner of the vast ballroom, blatantly ignoring the seething looks directed at me by the other women around me, and sat huffily in a chair. Today was supposed to be a cheery day, and I had planned to loll on the bed at home whilst reading Jane Austen, but oh no , mother insisted that I be here.

I rolled my eyes. What was the ball for again?

Oh yes, the ball was organized to help the youngest Cullen Prince to find a suitable bride. I wasn't that familiar with the royal family so I had no clue how they looked like, all I knew was that their family was made up of, according to the maids, the most beautiful people to have ever walked the planet. They must be stuck up, much like all the other rich nobles around me.

I glanced around the ballroom, my gaze pausing at the couples that flooded the dance floor, waltzing to the soft music that was being played by the band.

See a Problem?

I sighed as I settled down, bored out of my mind already. I turned to look at him, and came face to face with a gleaming pair of emerald green eyes. I held back a gasp of astonishment at the sheer intense beauty of his face. He had naturally messy auburn hair and his face was structured in such a way that it made him look ruggedly, yet boyishly, good looking. He looked perhaps one year older than me, nineteen perhaps? At the moment, his face was pulled into an amused expression as he gazed steadily at me, as if to observe me. He gave a crooked grin that made me lose my breath.

I coughed, trying to cover up the blush that was rising upon my cheeks.

He reached to pat my back, trying to help rid me of my non-existent coughs. I smiled at him and turned my gaze back to the dance floor. If only I could dance just as gracefully as all of those ladies.

I'm sure you could do just as well, maybe even better than them. After all, it's all in the leading. I took his hand, secretly marveling at how warm it felt, and allowed him to lead me out to the dance floor. He took my left hand and placed it on his shoulder, he placed his right hand on my waist and soon, we were waltzing just like all the couples around us.

Dance Of Fate

After a while of almost effortless waltzing, I begun to realize that I was actually enjoying myself much more than I had thought that I would. I looked up, grinning at him, and he grinned back. What irritates me the most is that the ladies do exactly that. He drew me back, closer to his body than before. I bit my lower lip, trying to control the blush that was beginning to flood my cheeks.

UPDATE: Blue Grass Winner Dance With Fate Euthanized After Training Accident

I quickly glanced around the dance floor and noticed that some ladies were glaring at me with intense hatred and anger in their eyes. Oh dear, was I with waltzing with one of those most sought after bachelors? This was not good. I peered up at him curiously, realizing that he had never told me his name. Would you care to tell me?

No wonder you're not acting like the other ladies around us. The rupture had rendered the horse's patella similar to the human knee cap incapable of holding weight, and the area was at risk for infection and further injuries. Durant was taken by ambulance to Scripps La Jolla Hospital. According to trainer Peter Eurton, he was later diagnosed with fractures in his spine and ribs, and is preparing for surgery on Friday. The joy he gave us will never be forgotten.

The colt suffered a bout of colic on the eve of that race and was scratched from the mile and one-quarter.

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Subsequently, he registered a bullet five-furlong drill at Del Mar July 19 in: The striking, dark bay or brown colt had scored his initial win at Del Mar last summer, then finished a fast-closing second in the Grade I Del Mar Futurity. He was subsequently stakes placed on two other occasions prior to capturing the Blue Grass at Keeneland April He followed up that effort with a sixth-place finish in the Kentucky Derby won by California Chrome , which was his most recent outing. New to the Paulick Report? Click here to sign up for our daily email newsletter to keep up on this and other stories happening in the Thoroughbred industry.

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