5″I am leaning against the wall, off to the side of the gala. I am ignoring everyone, bored out of my mind when my father walks up to me. His tone is his normal annoyed one. Prescott. I would like you to meet someone. I look up and my breath catches as I see the most beautiful person I have ever seen. I manage to get out a few words. Who is this?
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