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PapillonCameo
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03-20-2012, 03:08 AM
Miss Rosellen Andrews
Nervously fingering her dress the young woman walked into the ballroom with her head held high. Heels clicked against the floor as she walked carefully down the steps. This was nerve wracking, coming here because her mother couldn't. All these people were so much more sophisticated then she, with a prejudice against humans that Rose couldn't fault.
Shaking those thoughts away while brushing stray strands of blond hair from her blue eyes, she walked forward with a confidence she didn't feel. It was with relief that Rosellen noticed the refreshment table. At least standing around there would give her an excuse for being alone.
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