Unexpected turn of events seemed to be the signature of this particular night.
First she had planned to stay home, that didn't go as she wanted, in the end she'd been dolled up and brought to this magnificent event.
Secondly she'd expected to arrive here and be drowned among aristocracy, expected people to look down their noses at her, but the moment she walked in, she felt like an ant beneath a microscope, every part of her under scrutiny.
Third, she'd suddenly been taken aback by two men showing up in front of her and just when she had been torn at how to politely decline, this man whose presence was like a storm had breezed in and swept her away taking her along with him.
The confidence and certainty with which he acted always astounded her. He'd grabbed her hand like he owned her and brought her away from the gazes of many taking her to a remarkable balcony which made her realize how high up they were in this building as the cars beneath looked like tiny ants.
