bethannie
I bowed as deep as the full skirt would allow, cringing when I heard my knee pop underneath the dozens of layers I wore. The air in the ball room was stifling, with no breeze to stir a fresh breath for any of the hundereds of people in the room. My face was red, I was sure, and I wonderd if the prince thought my blush was for his benefit. The truth was, I'd rather have been anywhere than in front of the throne, bowing before the handsome heir.
The intersection was busier than Grace had ever seen it. She stood at the corner, waiting for the traffic to clear up as the sun beat down on her shoulders. Her watch said it was 4:30, only ten minutes until her interview, and she still had a fifteen- minute walk to the accounting office. If the light didn't turn red soon, she would be more than a little late.
The octopus pressed against the glass of the aquarium, showing it's suction cup
covered tentacles to the admiring crowd. One little girl in particular was enthralled at his show. She pressed as close to the glass as the crowd would allow.
She was upstairs when the storm it. The first bolt of lightening was brilliant enough to light the entire room. It was followed by a thunder quake that shook Al's computer, and she was downstairs before she knew she's moved. "Mom?"
She tilted her head to examine the p[aper before her. The lettering was old and faded, and the paper yellowed with age. She could barely make out the words that blotted the page, yet she knew what they said.
They were discussing the matter with no more dignity and grace than was to be expected from such a group. Greg watched from the sidelines, amused and slightly disgusted at the way they slandered the name of one of his old friends, yet helpless to stop it.
The trees swayed in the stormy winds, warning Kaitlyn of the hurricane that was on its way. She looked at the sky in the distance, saw the dark clouds gathering there, and felt her heart give a pang of alarm. She had to find Devon, and she had to find him now.
The maid was suspiciously slow about cleaning the rooms today, Clarissa noted this fact with some satisfaction as she watched the young lady dust the mantle. Jerry didn't believe there was anything wrong, but he would soon see: Something was up.
She was driven by a force she didn't understand, compelled to fight for what she knew to be true, yet uncertain as to why it was so important. The people she was trying to convince didn't care what she had to say, and yet she needed to say it. She needed to reassure herself that she truly believed it, enough to fight for it.
The element of surprise was crucial to Joan's mission. she watched her prey, slinking behind him in the shadows until he looked over his shoulder. now that she had him paranoid, she would pounce. Out of the shadows she came, letting out a yell to rival an Indian brave.
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