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ho was busy fixing her dress, looked up. Shocked would

ds. He had light brown hairs, a broad forehead, a pointed straight nose, plump

. A ocean blue color. She felt her breath hitch, staring into his eyes, that looked out of thi

r thoughts. Shit Cel! Don'

He knew the power his charms held. He knew that no girl could ever escape h

d once again, "I am Cele-" She started, but the man in

old ugly man, who's tummy would have been too round for her liking, but here she was

his sweater. She had noticed for such a rich person, he was wearing clothes, that we

er judging eyes, he just moved

of what she was doing, so she stepped inside. A blus

r surroundings. Contrary to the black and gold interior of the outside halls, the interi

e sofas were placed in N form, while plush gold a

above the sofas, it was white, il

f glass. She could see the whole city

emembered that he was still standing behind her. She had embarassed herself again right! She closed her eyes cringing

had been observing her. She looked uncomf

xceptionally beautiful, but too much makeup didn't suit her. He bet she was more beautiful wi

in was milky white and looked soft. He wondered what it would feel like to caress her soft ski

ut looked mysterious. He could notice the underlying vulnerablity in her eye

nt he saw her. He had this odd sense of familiarity, that he felt when he had opened the do

g. Celeste stayed rooted on her place. A question was bugging her mind, Why would

s not following him, "Are not you coming?"

he should mind her own business. Hearing his deep vib

him. Hearing the sound of the heels click

stepped inside. Celeste followed h

walls surrounding the whole room at the three sides, a door at the left which was surely a bathroom or a walk in

look again and sighed. He passed

ith his back relaxed against the sofa and his legs spread

ly was and how this night wa