Charlotte pov
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The music writhed around me, a classical mix made by some famed composer. Violins, piano, everything that made classical… well classical. A hand reached out to me, a conventionally handsome man took mine in his and kissed it like a gentleman.
"May I have the honor of your first dance." I nodded and with a smile wrapped my arms around his and danced to the music. Until his feet tired such that he was forced to the background.
One dance… two… three… ten… So many that I lost count at some point. I felt no less winded as I did when I came to this party. I was the belle of the ball. My beauty stunned the men and took the envy of the woman who had once tried to cozy up to me.
So when the music stopped, barely playing a quiet tune, some old fat man - fitted into a bulging suit - came to me. I let him take my hand and lead me to a table filled with even more old men.
