The men in the room set up into a line pattern formation. That's when I realize we are also in a lineup that is all women. The men extend their hands towards us, the man that is standing in front of me is tall, infact he towers over me in height. I have to look up to see his face, he is the man that I made eye contact with when we were running through the ballroom the other night.
I place my hand into his following Sydney's action. He laces his fingers into mine holding on with a solid grasp. He smiles at me, He guides me into the center of the ballroom.. I followed his motions as we waltzed around the room in circles, thankfully I had a little knowledge because we learned the waltz in high school gym class.
He smiled the whole time we danced and it made me wanna smile too, everything about him felt contagious like I might just catch it. The man's hair was blonde similar to mine but more of a sandy color than my own. He spins me, pulling the whole look together.
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The Diary Of Princess Azalia - Part One
FantasyAzalia a nineteen year old girl who has had a relatively normal life so far, start's to face some difficulty when she has to start saving up for college. Azalia does the unspeakable work for the most hated man in her city, Ben Razalia the owner of t...
