Aaira stood before the mirror, her reflection bathed in the soft glow of the vanity lights. She wore a stunning blood-red gown that hugged her curves like a second skin, the fabric flowing elegantly to the floor in a cascade of rich color. The bodice was adorned with intricate lace detail, accentuating her slender waist and drawing attention to her décolletage. Her makeup was equally striking, with smoky eyes that sparkled with hints of gold and lips painted a deep shade of crimson, matching the hue of her dress perfectly. With her hair swept up into an intricate bun, adorned with a few delicate roses, she looked every bit the epitome of timeless elegance and allure.
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But beneath the surface, a different emotion churned. Her heart ached with a sense of longing and regret, the absence of Jimin casting a shadow over her excitement. She sighed, her fingers tracing the outline of the necklace he had given her—a simple yet elegant piece that held so much meaning.
The plan had been so perfect, so hopeful. Tonight was supposed to be a surprise for both Jimin and her family. She had envisioned it countless times—walking into the grand ballroom with Jimin by her side, introducing him to her family, and watching their eyes light up with approval. It was supposed to be a night of joy and new beginnings, but now it felt like a hollow event.
Aaira: "Jimin,"
She whispered to her reflection, her eyes misting with unshed tears. She missed him—missed his laugh, his touch, the way he made her feel safe and cherished. The ball felt incomplete without him, a reminder of the distance that had grown between them.
With a deep breath, Aaira straightened her shoulders, willing herself to push aside the sadness. She couldn’t afford to let her emotions show tonight. Her family had high expectations, and she needed to be composed and gracious, the perfect daughter. She had to keep the facade, even if her heart felt like it was breaking.
She picked up her clutch, giving herself one last look in the mirror. Despite the pain, she forced a smile, determined to make it through the night. But as she turned to leave, she couldn’t help but whisper one more time, “I wish you were here, Jimin.”
The night ahead loomed large, filled with social obligations and formalities. But deep down, all Aaira wanted was for Jimin to be by her side, turning what felt like a mere obligation into a cherished memory. As she walked out of her room, the echo of her footsteps felt like a reminder of her solitude, each step taking her further away from the plans and dreams they had shared.
Aaira looked at herself for one last time in the mirror. The reflection showed a poised young woman ready to face the evening, but beneath the surface, her heart was heavy with thoughts of Jimin. Taking a deep breath, she turned away from the mirror and made her way toward the hall where the ball was already in full swing.
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