She stopped for a moment, her breath catching. Around her the dancers continued to move, dresses swirling; blurring into an intricate web of silk and crystal and colour. So close, almost intimate, but somehow never quite touching.
He’s here. Standing with his usual group, she had felt his presence almost before she had seen him. He came.
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