Those present turned their attention toward the young lady, promptin her to bow her head slightly in embarrassment.
"Sorry," she murmured under her breath.
Once the weight of their stares lifted and eyes drifted away, she exhaled deeply, the breath shaky and loud with relief.
The young lady was dressed in a sleek black gown that hugged her chest with alluring precision, while the fabric from her waist down puffed out in layers, stopping just inches close to her knees, giving it the flair of a modern, reinvented ball gown.
Her black heels added a graceful height to her already striking presence, and her hair, smooth and lustrous, fell neatly just above her shoulders.
Clutched in her left hand was a silver handbag, delicately adorned with tiny crystals that caught the light with every step she took.
"Charles! I can't believe I'd run into you here," she purred, her voice barely above a whisper, soft enough to be mistaken for the hum of background music.
