That Time

With a quick hand motion, she flipped her shoulder-length charcoal locks onto her head. Stuffing in the bobby pins, she secured her hair. With a huff, she turned back to the mirror, and then froze.

“Wow, sis...” He appeared in her bedroom door, staring at his little sister with appreciation. “You look amazing!” She smiled, and this time it reached her sea-blue eyes.

The simple red dress flowed down, barely reaching her ankles. Two boots peeked out underneath. With golden strings hanging from her ears, her hair fastened on her head, and her lips a bright red, she looked like a vision.

Her brother walked closer as she turned to her vanity dresser and quickly slipped on the golden bangles on each arm. The golden necklace followed around her neck, and then she slipped on her grandmother’s wedding ring for an added effect.

“I’m ready.” She announced and turned to him, and then she froze again. “Wow, bro...You really look like a swashbuckling privateer!” She exclaimed giggling.

“Thanks.” His eyes sparkled as he turned to the mirror.

The red coat folded around his strong build, almost hiding the white waistcoat and black shirt underneath. The coat reached down to his knees. His black pants ran down and the attire was finished off by the black golden-buckled shoes.

A sword was also hanging at his side, neatly hidden by the coat. A reddish-brown hat with a feather in finished off his look. He turned to the side, admiring himself.

“Finally...” He muttered.

“Finally you can go back to the time of pirates and sword fights?” She asked, clearly amused. He turned to her and chuckled.

“I know you don’t get it, sis. But the adrenaline surges through me when I think of that time! The adventure! The unknown! The fight for life!” His eyes sparkled with passion as he suddenly took her round her waist and twirled away with her. “The balls. The aristocracy. The Cape of Good Hope.”

“Stop it, Henry.” She laughed. He let go of her and then swept over her with his eyes again, until they reached her boots.

“Really, Isabelle? You couldn’t leave the boots for one day?” She stepped away and grabbed her gloves off of the bed.

“No. You might want to be back in the 1750′s, but I want to be a cowgirl, okay? And if I have to be your partner tonight, I will at least wear ONE piece of my dream with me. And you will accept it.” She smirked as she glided past him.

“Oui, mademoiselle.” He quickly caught up with her, offering his arm. “Please, allow me to escort you to the ball, mademoiselle.”

“You are too kind, good sir.” She giggled, slipping her hand into the corner of his arm.