The admirer: dead on the floor
The admirer followed Natasha with his eyes and asked the father for an introduction to his daughter.
Once introduced. He said, "Charming!," then kissed her fingers.
The mother ceased an enquiring eye towards her daughter’s admirer.
"Intriguing", she thought: turning her head away, having looked into his eyes for only a split second.
The admirer then asked Natasha to waltz.
In her face he witnessed an expression either of despair or rapture: suddenly brightened into a happy, grateful, childlike smile.
"I have long been waiting for you," Natasha was saying with a smile radiating upon her face: suddenly replaced by felt heart tears. For she was alone on the dance floor.
The admirer had turned his attention towards the mother: stepping closer and touching ever-so-lightly her bare shoulder.
He asked as she turned catching his eye. "Do you wish to dance?" "There will be only time for one," she replied.
As they danced he brushed against her thin slender bare arms and neck: with his eyes glancing upon her exposed and well-developed bosoms. She felt like a young girl again.
"You are a very pretty" he whispered.
Without another word he embraced her encouraging figure and felt her stirring and caught her smiling: like a fine wine her charm rose to his head, and he felt himself revived and rejuvenated.
Across the room. In the arms of her father: Natasha danced close enough to catch the eye of the admirer: reading the look in her eyes. He realised his mistake.
Before regaining his breath and before his eyes were focused again upon the mother.
He was presented with a card upon a silver tray.
As he reached for the card. The music ceased and the couples stopped dancing as if he alone was the cause for the interruption.
He felt that every eye was upon him.
He discarded the mother as the knife slid into his abdomen.
She let him fall from her clasp: her eyes first found her husband: then her daughter: then the admirer …
upon the admirer: dead on the floor