Eyes peering over the champagne flute, she quickly takes a sip before depositing it on a nearby silver tray. Her miss green eyes dart quickly across the crowded ballroom before making her way through the throne of party goers.
Exchanging nods and a pleasant smile or two, her cobalt skirts whispering across the checkered marble floor, she searches.
But she is unaware that she's being watched.
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Creative Writing Passages Part Two
PoetryThese are ideas and creative words and writing that are only starting to come out. I hope everyone enjoys it and has a comment or two to say.
