The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes--
The life still there, upon her hair--the death upon her eyes.
The life still there, upon her hair--the death upon her eyes.
How arrogant of her to assume that things could not get any worse! She finally looked up at him again, eyes wide with horror. There really was only one way this could go (unless she feigned an illness but she was sure she couldn't do that because they would both know the truth). She swallowed nervously. Dance? She felt so conflicted - she knew what she had to do but it went against every fiber of her being and yet it was a hopeless struggle because she would inevitably do the proper thing no matter how she felt.
As you wish, she finally added in little more than a whisper. Maybe some miraculous twist of fate would save her - like a chandelier falling and crushing a few people.
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