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The Beginning of the end (WIP)

The Beginning of the end (WIP)

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Events such as this one normally went on for hours on end, with young ladies and gentlemen sneaking off into the halls trying to be secretive, but their parents knew exactly where they were and when they returned home, would get an hour or so of lectures on how terrible it was to have a reputation, and that they needed to start acting their ages, for they were no longer a young child. Young boys sneaking drinks off of the trays that revolved around the room. The girls who had just been part of that year's debutante ball, being introduced to some old unmarried man with a large fortune, or young men with no idea how to talk to a person of the female gender. There was one of the gentlemen who wasn't dancing, he moved with a drunken swagger, but his eyes were sober. She felt her stomach drop as he came nearer to her, and she took a deep inhale. He wasn't anyone she recognized, and maybe he was heading towards someone else with such determination written all over his face. He came to stop in front of her and smiled. "I don't believe we've had the chance to be introduced." Lorena dipped her chin in acknowledgement, "I am Aaron Ryder, and you are?"
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Harlowe didn't mean to fall in love with Zoe- but when does anyone ever mean to fall in love? Somewhere between the costumes, and the dances, and the little touches backstage, Harlowe had let herself slip. Zoe was an older girl, with her portrait in pink feathers and pearls stretch across the outside of the club, but she never bit her tongue. She told Harlowe she was pretty and talented- she told Harlowe she was special- and after long enough Harlowe started believing her. Zoe could convince Harlowe to do anything. That's how everything changed. * * * "Why did you leave Saturday?" Zoe asked suddenly, her voice still warm and sedated like her body in Harlowe's lap. Harlowe chewed her bottom lip. She didn't like lying, but she was good at half truths. "My mom was blowing up my phone. She grounded me." She watched Zoe's features twist into something unpleasant, and Harlowe ran a finger over her cheek in vain, trying to smooth her frown. "You're eighteen." Zoe reasoned. Harlowe shrugged though. "I'm also trying not to get kicked out." "That's not fun." Zoe hummed after a minute, closing her eyes to savour the feeling of Harlowe's fingers twisting through her hair and the rain splattering at their toes.

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