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The night seemed to have progressed along smoothly, that is, until a very handsome fellow presented himself, offering a dance. From the moment she layed eyes on him, a light burning sensation overcame her wrist. Saoirse was a little reluctant to accept his offer, on the account of her feet being injured, yet found herself agreeing regardless. 

"Yes well, I suppose I am still fairly new to these situations." She replied as she accepted the gentleman's hand. However, as soon as her hand touched his, the mild burn became a sudden inferno of pain, then subsided altogether. It was a surprise to say the least, yet she did not let it show in her icy, crystal blue eyes. 

"I look breathtaking you say? Well then the ladies who did my makeup did their job well." Saoirse replied, giggling then smiled slightly, as she followed the gentleman out to the dance floor. "You, however, are quite dashing yourself, if I maybe so bold." She knew that the makeup was merely a mask and not really her face, yet she couldn't help but feel slightly happy at the gentleman's remark.

Thankfully, the dance was a slow waltz so it didn't put much strain on her injuries, yet that still would end up catching up with her. However, she steady gaze did not leave her dance partner's eyes; she hid her pain well. "So what brings you to such an extravagent event? But then again, I suppose such events suit you. However, it's certainly not to work the entire time at the food tables, I hope." Saoirse finally said. She had been watching the event quite closely, a bad habit of hers as an artist, and her dance partner had certainly caught her attention more than just a few times.

Of course that didn't stop her bad habit from takin over, as she subconsciously began to examine him. Though he wore a mask, Saoirse could immediately tell that he was very handsome, to the point where it was nearly intimidating to be as close as she was to him. His gaze was sharp, alert, and intense, yet held a refined and mysterious sense to his dark colored eyes. He was also much taller than her and had broad shoulders, yet his build was lean and ever so slightly muscular, when comparing it to her own small, thin frame. Though Saoirse had, what was known as piano hands, she could tell the gentleman's hands were larger than hers, even without gloves, from mere touch alone. He could easily be a model with his face alone, yet his physique only emphasized and complimented his facial appearance.

Their waltz lasted for only a few minutes, but to her it felt like an eternity as she seemed to get lost in her dance partner's dark, intense eyes. After the end of the song, Saoirse quickly snapped back to reality and realized just how much pain she was feeling. Her feet were bleeding in her shoes and it felt like she had been walking on razor blades. "Excuse me." We the last words she uttered to him before she left. With a slight curtsy and a smile, she pulled back and quickly retreated from the warm dance floor and out to the balcony where it was much cooler and she could have some time to herself. 

Outside, a cool, crisp breeze caressed Saoirse's warm skin and combed through her hair, sending shivers up her spine. The sky was clear and speckled with starlight. She removed her heels once more to reveal her cut up, bloody, blistered feet. The cool air soothed the pain. She removed her gloves and placed them on the concrete railing, then turned to message her feet a bit. She then looked at her hands, now smeared with blood, and sighed and clenched her fists tightly, before standing back up and leaning on the railing and looked out at the view. It was beautiful to see the lights of the city intermingle with the light of the stars and the moon. Such scenery gave her inspiration and made her contemplate over the events that took place today, wondering if she had actually met her soulmate, like the date on her wrist said, or not.