A/N: Finally! After listening to Johannes Cabal and a mystery novel, I've finally written the next chapter of this story, and god I miss my children so, so much. Also I made myself hungry a bit when I looked up food...which you shouldn't do if it's nearly 3:30 am and you're looking for food inspiration. So enjoy!

"Rosalie!" Olivier called, putting on his silver wrist cuffs as he walked in the living room. He was dressed in his black Giorgio Armani two piece wool blend suit, Christian Louboutin Grecco leather oxford dress shoes, and his only Versace Greca Black IP Stainless Steel bracelet Chronographic watch. His dirty blonde hair was combed and blown out, looking like a model as he pulled out his phone to check the time. "We're going to be late! And the car is here."

"Don't rush me!" Rosalie huffed as she finally spritzed her Viktor & Rolf Flowerbomb Midnight and placed it on her vanity. Grabbing her Alexander Wang clutch, she twirled around in her dress one more time. She was wearing her Tom Ford degrade twisted front mini dress that showed off her petite figure perfectly, her favorite pair of Miu Miu Embellished Metallic Leather Slingback sandals, and a special necklace that she was borrowing from Bulgari: their Wings of Rome Barocko necklace with matching earrings, which sparkled just right in the light. Her lips were painted in Chanel Velvet Extreme Lipstick in Rouge Obscure. The only piece of jewelry on her finger was her Cartier wedding ring, the last and only thing she had of her husband.

She finally came down and stopped, seeing Olivier in his Armani suit. It fit him so damned perfectly that she wanted to rip it off. "You look-" Rosalie started before her face was in his hands and he was kissing her.

Oh god...I'm going to sleep with him, she thought as she kissed him back, moaning softly as her arms wrapped around his neck. Olivier's skilled tongue tasted her, over and over, and she found herself on the wall, clawing at each other, wanting to tear their clothes off and make love all night. But then the thought of her surgery scar made her pull back, licking her lips and shakily pulled out her mirror, noticing that her lipstick was messed up. "The car," she said finally, pulling out her lipstick and touching it up. "We...we need to go..."

"Right," Olivier muttered, clearing his throat and taking her hand.

They left the house and got into their limo, and they were off to the Sapphire Ball. Rosalie had to scoot over a bit as she tried to catch her breath. What the hell was that? Why did that turn her on, and she wanted to have sex with him right this second? She looked around for a glass of champagne, only finding a bottle of whiskey.

Olivier just kept looking at her as she looked for a glass to make her drink. He didn't know what came over him when he kissed her in the hallway. They were supposed to talk about after the ball, where they would finally be in bed together. He was so nervous about being in bed with her after lusting after her for so many years, having lovers left and right in his bed, that he hoped that he would be good at it. He covered his mouth for a moment as he looked out the window, then slowly put it down. "We need to talk," he said slowly, turning to her. "About...that kiss."

Rosalie stopped pouring her whiskey and set it down on the mini-bar. "What about it?" she asked slowly.

"You looked so beautiful in that dress that I...something came over me-"

"You kissed me because I looked...beautiful?"

"Gott jo I do. Everything you wear...you look so damned beautiful that I..."

"Yes?"

"I...I...Gott verdammt, Rosalie, ech wëll dech gär maachen, bis mer allebéid wéi sinn!" he declared in a low growl. God dammit, Rosalie, I want to make love to you until we're both sore. That confession made him blush a bit harder, but as he looked at her, lips parted slightly, brown eyes widening, all he wanted do to was kiss her senseless.

"Olivier-" she started before the limo stopped in front of Kingston Downs. Downing her drink, she cleared her throat as the door opened and Olivier stepped out first, then, taking his hand, Rosalie slipped out and walked up the pathway towards the ballroom, where laughter and conversation wafted out in the night. The paparazzi was there as well, and the flashing lights were upon them as the questions were coming left and right about their relationship, is Rosalie sleeping with him, and does Chysélie Natel know about them.

"They act like Chysélie's your guardian or something," Rosalie muttered as they walked into the ballroom. That made Olivier laughed.

The Kingston Down ballroom was transformed into a sapphire jewel, with blue draperies hanging all over the huge ballroom. Tables were spread about on the side, and people were already on the dancefloor, dancing to the band while eating and drinking. Almost everyone turned to see the couple as they walked through and say hello, but stopped when Taylor Drake and Maria Villancourt Drake came up to them.

Taylor Drake was wearing a dark blue Ralph Lauren suit that looked like he was going to burst out of it, and Maria wore a Kate Spade dress that looked like a sheet on her. "Lady Rosalie," Taylor said, mocking her by bowing down at her. "Wonderful night, isn't it?"

The tone and the way Taylor asked the question made her skin crawl. It was as if he knew something. "It is," Rosalie answered with a nod. "I hope it will be a wonderful night for all of us."

Maria just nodded, and for a moment, Rosalie felt sorry for the poor woman. She was Sir Elijah's first love, and the rumors that Isabelle was his daughter was still on her mind, but for only a moment. "Can I talk to you? Later, after the ball. I think...I think me and you have something to discuss." She asked in a low voice.

Rosalie nodded as Taylor and Olivier sized each other up before Taylor started to laugh real hard. "Well, I guess we'll just see you around!" he said with a roar as he left, taking Maria with him. It did made Rosalie twitch a bit as she realized that their daughter Isabelle wasn't around them, and shrugged as she finally found her friends and brother at the table near the wall, laughing and eating.

"Would you like to dance?" Olivier whispered in her ear, after she fixed herself a little bit of caviar.

She looked up and looked at the dancefloor. Her heart lurched as she thought about the both of them dancing, but then...she found, as she took his hand...she didn't give a damn.

Olivier danced as if he was floating on water. They glided on the ballroom floor, and Rosalie had been dipped, twirled, and dipped slowly again. She was so in shock that she didn't know that she found herself going to another world, where it was just them and them alone. Their lips almost met, just brushed against each other and she melted again. He pulled her up one more time, and then, once the song ended, he stared at her, slightly catching his breath. "Rosalie," he growled slightly before she led him back to the table, so they can eat.

"Got some sweet moves," Raegan praised as the plates of lamb lollipops with garlic and rosemary were placed in front of them. "Where'd you learn how to dance?"

Grabbing his knife, he cut through the lamb, grinning. "I took dances at Madame Nicolette Bellegarde's Dancing School, back home in Luxembourg," he answered, taking a bite. "She would kill me if I never showed out-"

A scream pierced through the music, making everyone stop and look towards the entrance. Confused, everyone rushed towards the scream, only to stop to see a woman laying face down on the ground, blood pooling next to her. Written next to her in the maid's blood was the words "Don't look anymore." Making nearly all the women scream.