April

April, an embodiment of poise and mystique, graces the grand ball with an aura of elegance. In a flowing gown of emerald green, she stands regally at the staircase, a beacon of sophistication amidst the opulent throng. The chandelier's glow seems to dance in her eyes, and though her lips remain unsmiling, they hint at untold stories. Each movement is a silent ballad, every glance a conversation. She is not merely present; she reigns, a queen in waiting, in a narrative yet to be fully unveiled.