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[color=B7AAE0]Time:[/color]Evening
[color=B7AAE0]Location:[/color] Calbert's Estate
[color=B7AAE0]Interaction:[/color] [@Potter] Olivia
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As Olivia's voice faltered, and she instinctively reached out toward her friend, but the throng of guests between them hindered her efforts, drowning out their connection with a cacophony of chatter. She disappeared from view completely, leaving Charlotte with a pang of unease as she searched the room for her friend's familiar face. [color=B7AAE0]"Olivia!"[/color] she called out, her voice tinged with urgency, as she navigated through the sea of bodies with rushed apologies.

Suddenly, a collision jolted her, and she stumbled backward, a pout forming on her face instinctively. Before she could regain her footing, a gloved hand reached out, capturing her own in a firm grasp. Startled, Charlotte looked up, her breath hitching as she found herself locking eyes with a stranger. His penetrating gaze sent a shiver down her spine. She withdrew her hand instinctively as he suddenly pressed his lips to the back of her hand. For a fleeting moment, their gazes held, and Charlotte felt as if she were peering into the abyss itself. Then, as swiftly as he had appeared, he vanished into the crowd, leaving her staring after the figure in confusion.

Then Olivia grasped her arm, and her gaze snapped to her. Relief filled her expression and she followed as she began to lead her off the dance floor. However, her relief quickly gave way to concern as Olivia's urgent questions pierced the air, her eyes brimming with tears.
 
But as she listened, her expression changed and empathy radiated from her gentle gaze. [color=B7AAE0]“Come here sweetie,”[/color] She murmured and pulled Olivia into an comforting embrace. [color=B7AAE0]“He bumped into me, apologized. Then he kissed my hand and left…But there was something... off about him…” [/color] Charlotte told her softly as she stroked Olivia's hair, her touch gentle against her friend's trembling form.

Furrowing her brows determinedly, Charlotte added firmly with resolve, [color=B7AAE0]“ I don’t know who that man is, but I won’t let him bother you.”[/color] When she received no response, Charlotte’s frown deepened.

[color=B7AAE0]"Olivia..."[/color] she pressed. Charlotte anxiously tapped her foot and took a scope of their surroundings before she leaned in closer and whispered, [color=B7AAE0]"Persephone?"[/color]


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