The Dress

He follows me through the doors,his dark clothing not the only thing parting him from the crowd. His electric blue eyes stay on me as I weave through the ballroom, greeting my guests as I go. He is quite fast agile for a man of his age. I'm not sure but he's got to be around the late forties or early fifties. As I pace through the large sparkling room I start to laugh at myself for being so foolish. All this for a dress...





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