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I try my best to run in my stilettos over to the washroom, breathing heavily I push through the doors and head to the sink. Looking at myself in the mirror, how could I be so clueless! I run my fingers harshly through my hair and try to calm myself. I turn around when I hear the door open and a slightly older woman walking in, stopping she looks at me and smiles "boy problems?"

"Kinda yeah" I chuckle.

Ethan Torchio:

Sitting at a table with Victoria while sipping on a glass of Champagne I peer around the room for any sight of the beautiful girl I had just danced with. She seemed different tonight, like she wanted to let loose and dance but something was on her mind.

I remember every single time I touch her she jumped or sucked in a breath, like my fingers were ice cold. That dance seemed to swing by in no time before Damiano took her hand, I felt like I could stare in to her piercing eyes and get lost in the pool of green.

Everything that this girl does drives me insane, her smile is perfect, the way her dimples stick out and how bright and genuine it always is. When her fingers interlock with mine as we dance sends rushes of euphoria to my mind, her small figure dancing with me. I couldn't tell what was making her so scared and jumpy.

My eyes dart around the room before it catches on that one girl in the dark green dress. I watch Émeline stroll out of the washroom, her eyes focusing on each person in the room, the women in fancy dresses and men dancing with them.

I try to keep my eyes on her, hoping that she would notice. Fortunately, she did.

Her eyes meet with mine from across the room. Staring at me like she is unable to move away, it's like my stare just freezes her. Her eyes so lustfully prolong the eye contact, burning a hole straight through my head.

I stand of from my seat and start to stride up to her, pushing the hair out of my face I smirk a her before meeting in front of her.

"Hello Émeline" I greet her with a cocky nod, she smiles and answers me back with "Hello to you too Ethan"

"I feel like I should be talking in a very different way since we are basically at a ball" she laughs, her dimples popping throughout.

"Oh you mean like" I start "Oh greetings my fair lady Émeline, what a pleasure to make your acquaintance once more at this terribly boring party" I do my best formal voice.

She laughs. "It is very nice to see you too sir Torchio, I do say, this party is very tiring. Do you happen to know which time we will be leaving? I have to ask Sir John to prepare the horses" she jokes in her best accent, but being french made it sound so much better.

I smile as she jokes with me before actually answering her question "We should be leaving in about twenty minutes, it is getting late and we do have a concert tomorrow" I remind her.

Émeline is a natural flirt, she might not realize it but she is very flirtatious around everyone without realizing it, and she is quite good at it too.

"Thank god I'm so tired" she whines with a smile.

I reach over and pull her in to an hug, her tired head rests in my chest as she hugs me back and hums. I smile to myself when I feel her bury herself in the crook of my neck, twirling my dark hair with her finger.

"You smell really good" she mumbles in to my neck, I smile and stroke her head. Émeline pulls away and looks up at me with tired eyes "I can see Jerry near the door" she whispers softly "we should probably get going"

"Probably" I say before heading towards the door with her following me closely behind. Something about her was slightly different tonight, she seemed more comfortable with me and I have no idea why.