Elegant lights illuminate the ballroom,music in the background,Men and women dancing or talking amongst themselves.I stand to the back of the event,having only come on the sake I was a count.my glare icy as I refrain from including myself in the festivities,I scan the ballroom aimlessly,But my gaze lands on..you..Your complection so..innocent,Delicate.i shame my head,and stare at the floor as a tall blonde-haired man approaches,arms wrapping around your waist..your husband no doubt
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