Originally these set of chapters that take place at the party were all gonna be one big chapter, but I thought it was best to split em up in bite-size pieces. Anyway, I have noticed that I kinda switch between first person thoughts and back to third person narration. If that is a problem for you to read please let me know. I like to see those constructive reviews that help me out.

Anyway, yes the plot will move along now. I'm working on the next chapter as we speak.

And now here comes the easy part and the hard part of this mission.

Deciding it would be best that they split up; she undid the gloomy cloak that masked her away and gave it back to the Undertaker, who quite dramatic like swung it over his own shoulders. And they went their own ways in the dark lit part of the house, off to separate entrances to the Vestibule where there lies the party and its inhabitants.

Feeling slightly better now that she's out of winter's way and can feel the heat of the house start to warm her, she moved a little faster than her usual worn pace that was made due to the cold. She moved in bigger strides and a more fluid pace, the cursed dress though won't let her move as fast as she wanted. With quiet footsteps she somewhat remembers the lay of the house, now that she is inside and can see the familiar marks of the house. The dining room with the chandelier, where she stood at the wall behind the chair where…

No, she couldn't stand around and recollect old days that have passed. There is business at hand, And for once, no else's business but hers.

She walked off, off to where the music is heard and the smell of warm food that graced her senses. Off to the source of the smell first though, the kitchen is nearby if she is already at the dining room.

She could feel her eyes glazing, as she got ever closer to the kitchens. The smell of warm sweet buns ever more tempting to just break off into a full scale run, but she had to remain focused and access her thoughts and make them work together with her smell, Besides if she did that then the gown would surely tear.

To remember the lay out of a house you have only been too a few times maybe over a decade ago is hard. And a huge house like this is easy to get lost in.

But she made it, there it was.

The plain white door that had lay inside multitudes of chefs and kitchen workers.

She set her eye in front of the door, peering into the crack of it to see what she could sneak in and take. She was lucky, some of the workers were on break and left to do what they wanted. Leaving only a kitchen boy that was snacking on some of the food as well. She felt her mouth water as she spied the fresh food.

He turned around to try to snatch another confectionary and their, she made her move.

She slid in the kitchen not wanting to open the door all the way. And she hid behind the large counters and stoves, sneaking across from spot to spot.

Now she was so close to a tray of food that was ready to be brought out, but a foot away from the counter where she hid, if she outstretched her hand it could be seen though and she didn't want to be seen by anyone.

And then there came the sound of a door opening and a voice of another spoke.

A voice of a woman who was most definitely in charge, hearing a conversation dominated by "Yes Ma'am" and "Right away Ma'am" she has to be the Lady of the household.

The kitchen boy left to most likely re-gather the smoking chefs and fraternizing maids that were to serve the food. Hearing the last sounds of footsteps dying down as they walk away, Ophelia peeked over the counter and seen no one.

Lady Midford has left and the sounds of the kitchen's workers were getting more loud and close. A herd of footsteps rang through her ears she stood up quickly and trotted over to the nearest tray to grab at a particularly appetizing bun soaked over with glistening syrup sweet as sugar. She pulled at her gloves so she wouldn't get them all dirty and sticky, finally releasing her hands from those long elbow length gloves she grabbed at the nearest bun and ate it in a couple of bites noting the slight burn of hot food that hasn't fully cooled on the inside, then she reached to grab another one and with her syrup free hand, picked up her skirts a bit so she can scurry out of the room as soon as the team of help arrived to take away the trays.

Deciding it was best to move; she kept going at her quickened trotting pace and took a right at the nearest hallway. Moving on to where she can hear the music, still taking a bite of the cooling bun every once in a couple of steps. Eating enough to satiate her hunger and licking the syrups off her fingers she finally came to where she wanted to be.

A stairs that would lead her to the second floor, and bring her to the balustrade adorned balcony, where it overlooks the foyer from above and comes down to near the main entrance. And finally as she walks up more stairs the sounds of the night come in clear.

There is talk and laughter, among who I don't know. But she can hear Undertaker, speaking nonsense and confusing who ever dare to talk to him.

And then the laughter of a little girl, Yes the little laughter of Elizabeth Midford. Kind girl, very outgoing back then, Must be even more so now.

And seeing the light pour in from the cracks of the double doors, her steps slowing and now her heart beats are loud in her ears. She reaches for her gloves; they stuffed into her right boot. She may be wearing the special dress and gloves but look under and you will see her usual boots, of worn brown leather and little 1 ½ inch heel that were only made to be worn outside, but these were her only footwear and The Undertaker had no other shoes for her size of feet.

She places her hand on the door handle and her other onto the door to push, being just a bit paranoid she gives a quick glance around her. Making sure that no one is around.

And she pushed open the door, only to realize that it was a door you had to pull open.

Oh well, one broken door hinge isn't much...

Turning to set the door back in place to not alert anyone that it was broken at all, she could feel herself grow warm and pressure build in her throat when she was about to turn around. Don't know why but she always got a little nervous when entering a room filled with people; maybe it's because of the fact that the one whom she is looking for is hidden in these crowds of the high-class and lucky middle-class.

Luckily for her though not many were on the higher platform, due to dancing and couples pairing up for the traditional waltz.

She crept from the door and stood at a window, overlooking the side courtyard and she can see it started snowing, light fluffy snowflakes that would cover their tracks well. Satisfied she decided to take a little chance and place her hands on the railing, overlooking all the guests and their dancing while the servants still prepared the snacks that she had an early bite out off. Maybe she and Undertaker can eat at a table? Most likely not going to happen though, can't stay in one spot for long.

Going back to business, she looked on. There was Undertaker of course; he was so easy to spot with his dreadfully gloomy attire. He was talking the ear off of another man, a black haired man who always shifted his eyes from spot to spot obviously perturbed. Tracing his gaze she found her prize, There dancing across the room he was dancing the waltz with Elizabeth!

Noting how find they both looked in their best dressed attire, she could feel her eyes gloss over and a smile creeping up on her. He was dressed in red and she dressed in a light blue with white fur trimmings, he had lace and black fur spilling out of his sleeves. Oh he looked like a gallant toy soldier, and she looked like a winter fairy. She unconsciously leaned even more on the rail, her eyes tracing every movement in their steps and trying to see even more details of their persons. She was so absorbed in their dancing and to hear Elizabeth's little giggles of joy.

"Care to dance Miss? I can see from where I was standing that you must really want too."

That broke her out of her reverie, she glanced to her right and seen a man with hair a light ash blonde, she never seen that shade before. His suit being as white as snow, wouldn't that be hard to keep clean. His jewels on the other hand were full of Christmas colors, deep reds and greens being outlined by shiny metals like silver and gold.

"Come now don't be shy. I won't hurt you my little robin. Say I never have seen you around before, how terrible for me to not know the most statuesque lady here."

His voice was smooth and his words too sweet, it bugged her a bit but this is a good way to get closer. So she played along.

"Why thank you for your words kind sir. But I'm not sure if I'm the best person to dance with…"

She placed her half-curled fingers to her chin and crooked her face a little to the left and shifted her eyes between the crowd of dancing people and back to the man.

"No worries my dear bird, all beautiful ladies can dance. Come you can join me!"

And with that he took her hand in his own and led her down the grand staircase. She can feel a set of eyes on her, and she glanced to the Undertaker. But he was not the one looking at her.

A little chill went up her back as she felt the gaze again. A piercing gaze, one she never felt this potent before. It made her muscles tighten and the hairs on the back of her neck stand.

She felt better about saying yes to this man strange man now, hmm what was his name anyway...?

Eh she'll ask when they start dancing, got to make conversation somehow.

So how was it? Good? Bad? Or just boring? Please review and tell me your thoughts! :D

Oh and I'm interested in having a beta reader, but I'm not sure how to go about that.