My eyes scanned the ballroom. Water trickled in waterfall fountains all around the ballroom. I hated it, water always put me out. My brown hair flowed down my shoulders and smoked at the tips, a small flame at the end of each cluster of soft strands. A long, flowing, red and grey dress covered and complimented my body. I had been left by my parents, so I leaned against a dry spot on a large collumn. I sipped a glass of wine and continued to look around. My blue eyes landed on you.
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