A few days had already passed before Edward finally met his dancing instructor.
He was standing in the middle of a large empty room, cleared of everything except a few chairs and a desk. Edward wasn't really sure what he had expected when he heard that the dancing instructor had arrived, but it sure as hell wasn't the eery silence pressing down on his ears.
He waited for a long moment in the chamber, slightly zoned out, going over everything he had been learning the past few days.
Then,
The door to the chambers suddenly burst open with a dramatic kind of flourish, and Edward flinched inwardly. In came a woman, her pastel pink skirt bellowing like the wind. She was a small woman, matching Edward in height, but her presence was anything but.
Edward smelled the woman before he saw her, really.
Wait that didn't sound right-
The tidal wave of perfumes assaulted his nose, and as he took a step back reeling in shock, he heard her noise thundering throughout the room.
