Stella was shipped off to a boarding school for troubled kids after her foster parents died. For the next seven years, that is where she's been, but she's back, and things are not the same as they were before.
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As I wandered through the grand ballroom of the party, my eyes couldn't help but linger on the extravagant decorations that adorned every corner. The room was a tapestry of luxury, bathed in a soft, golden glow from the chandeliers overhead. I watched the delicate fairy lights twinkle against the backdrop of shimmering silver and emerald green. My fingers trailed lightly over the velvety petals of a gigantic floral arrangement, which had clearly taken days to assemble. I was lost in my own little world of wonder, a quiet observer of the grandeur.
But then I felt a tap-tap on my shoulder. Startled, I turned around to find a woman who was only slightly taller than me; her presence immediately captivating. She was dressed in an elegant, flowing gown the color of fresh spring leaves. The emerald fabric seemed to ripple as she moved, and it caught the light in such a way that it shimmered like dew on morning grass.
Her blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing a face dotted with tiny freckles. The freckles gave her an almost childlike youth, a delightful contrast to the elegant demeanor she carried. Yet, there was something in her eyes, a knowing glint that suggested she was anything but a child. Her gaze was piercing, and for a moment, I felt as if she could see into the depths of my soul.
"Hi," she said, her voice musical and soft. I felt like I heard it before, but I don't remember when.
"Hi?" I say more as a question than anything else. She smiled warmly, a mischievous twinkle in her eye, and extended her hand.
"Do you?" She started to say, then trailed off. "Wait, have I seen you before?"
"I don't think so." I said awkwardly, scrunching my eyebrows.
"Oh, because you look new."
Does she think I work here?
"Sorry to hurry along this conversation, but is there something you need?"
"Oh, sorry." She said she carried a trace of laughter in every word. " I saw you in a group with Dimitri Presley and his younger brothers; do you happen to know them by any chance?
"Yes." I said hesitantly, squinting my eyes with every word she said.
"Well, have you seen Dimitri Presley around the venue? it's a bit crowded so I haven't-"
"Crystal?"
"The fuck." I muttered under my breath before turning around to see Dimitri just a few meters away from me and the woman named Crystal. But before I could witness her reaction, something entirely unexpected unfolded. Crystal, with her head held high and a mischievous glimmer in her eyes, began to stride purposefully toward Dimitri. My heart raced as I tried to make sense of the scene before me.
Crystal had transformed I'm the woman I just met a second ago. She sauntered towards Dimitri with a confidence and allure that left me in awe. Her emerald gown seemed to ripple in rhythm with her every step, and her blonde ringlets bounced with each sway of her hips. It was a performance I hadn't seen coming.
