He looks up as soon as everyone else's does.
His heart almost comes to a beating halt at what he sees. His grip almost loosens on the stem of his wineglass.
The latecomer descends slowly down the marble carpeted staircase. Her white gloved hand lightly touching the banister. Her pale silver blue skirts whisper down the stairs with a beaded train behind her.
Ice blue eyes peer out from behind a beaded and sequined masquerade mask, leaving her nose and pale pink lips uncovered. Her silvery blonde hair is arranged artfully in a bun with silver flowers and ivory colored pearls.
Her lips are pulled into a careful but polite smile.
As the latecomer descends slowly down the grand staircase, whispers start to come from nearly every corner.
Not taking his eyes off her, he is able to catch a few of the whispers.
"Who is she?"
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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.
