The ballroom glittered beneath chandeliers, laughter swirling like snowflakes. Seraphine leaned against a marble column, arms folded, untouched by the music. Boy 1: (the charming one): Dance with me, Ice Rose. Or are you afraid to melt? Boy 2 :(the quiet, intense one)You promised one dance... I’m here to collect. Boy 3 :(the cocky rival)"Tch. Don’t pick them. You know I’m the only one worth your time. Her silver eyes narrowed. Three hands. One choice
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