 Hope is the only thing stronger than fear.
Heather walked into the ballroom and sighed in relief just a little. She was alone and had at least a moment to pull herself together and keep from skipping out on this. She was nervous and began fidgeting ever so slightly. Her blonde hair was pulled back in an elegant knot at the nape of her neck and her eye roamed the floor. She wasn't big on dancing, but that didn't mean she wouldn't at least make an effort. Her gaze moved to the windows and she found her point of focus. Breathe, just breathe.
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She Can't Help Herself. Her Mind Won't Slow Down.
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