How unladlylike society would aghast if they knew that the daughter of the minister at said time had been snogging with a mere dressmaker. They had been standing in a lone corner, masks off; a very rule that had been broken (which one was very much forbid to take their masks off have it been the setting was in a masquerade party) — hands tangling in each other’s hair — longer and calloused hands of the dressmaker threaded in golden locks while the lady herself attached herself deeper — with curves fitting into his own figure. She was beautiful — what daughter of the richest man in the land wouldn’t be? Although, had he no care for this fine lady. She was another pretty face — she was never the girl from his dream thus she served no importance for himself -- a figure to satisfy his contentment and eagerness. It was nothing more than a false romance — probably for him, but not for the girl.
Having kissed and being kissed for God knew how long — being that time had no significant when one was too in depth with false romance, the man pulled away first; the girl whined.
She had questioned him, and he knew what she’d wanted was more — oh so very more than this. A few secret meetings here and there had been deduced between the two; the man was no stranger to the minister’s manor after all, and the Taylors were very much accustomed to the Minister’s family. Julius smiled — one that would warm the girl’s heart into puddles of mess — a charm that he knew God had blessed him with. “Ah, but Lord forbids me from having our affair being known to public. What if father dearest know? The Minister wouldn’t be too happy — Viktor would probably be the best suitor would he not? After all, I am just a humble dressmaker, nothing more of that” A smile, an index finger coiling the smoothness of her lock - then gently tugging her hair as he knew how the damsel had loved a little forcefulness in their share. But nonetheless he pulled away.
“And thus, I bid you fare-thee-well…” He held the girl’s hand then gently placed his lips on her gloved hand — and then the dressmaker was gone; he paced his long legs off from their lone corner that was hers alone now; hands busying themselves tying the black mask that was worn before. Anonyminity shall remain as he disappeared in between crowds.
The cold air was much more inviting and pleasant than a woman’s perfume. Having gentle winter wind brushing against his face refreshed him; probably made him feeling cleansed by all sins that had he done. And he had moved out of the manor, hiding in between the expanse of the beautiful wintry garden. Of course, leaves were long fallen and swept off; but the garden did remain as lovely as he ever remembered. Casual stroll was taken and his mask were long forgotten in the comforts of his coat pocket (he would wear it once again, having being inside later on). But as there weren’t any presence besides his own, he shan’t be bothered.
And he was wrong perchance — about his being on his own as having felt a figure colliding into him. Julius’ had his voidless thoughts fixated on the new attention that he’d gotten from the action before, turning and finding a girl; long familiar blonde locks crowning her head. Had Katherine been following him — now that would only be peeving himself then — but fortunate was it that it hadn’t been her, but a damsel that wasn’t close to familiarity. “No no, there wasn’t any harm done. Are you alright, my lady? My deepest regret for standing in your way.” He’d replied her; concern masking his tone, before attention being fixated elsewhere — the rip in her dress. He frowned. Such lovely dress; how very unfortunate of her to have a long tear in her gown. Julius coughed, clearing his throat then.
”Again I deeply apologize miss, but — is that not a tear in your dress?” He paced closer and peered down the hem of her clothing. “Aah, it is. Again, I apologize — but if you would worry about it I shall fix it for you. I am a but a mere dressmaker after all. It was my own fault and thus I shall not mind if you would want me to fix it — “