Alicia stood beneath the moonlight at the back of the mansion, surrounded by stretches of emerald grass. Her purple hair danced freely behind her as the night breeze brushed past her, and she wore a purple gown that clung to her body perfectly, tracing every curve with quiet elegance.
Slowly, she lifted her face high toward the sky, eyes closed, her thoughts drifting back to what had transpired inside the grand hall—how Xavier had taken her hand and led her onto the dance floor, how he had asked her to wait for him here while he wrapped up the event.
She remained there, suspended between hope and doubt, wondering whether it had all been real or merely her mind playing cruel tricks on her.
Alright. I will wait for a few more minutes, She told herself. And if he doesn't show up, I'll know that none of that was real.
Just as she opened her eyes, her breath caught. Xavier stood only a few steps away.
