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[color=ed145b]~"Marcella...."~[/color]  Daniella sighed, her fake smile, fake happiness, having gone from her....leaving only her face broken and bereaved.  Who was she trying to fool?  Who was she trying to deceive, when she knew well her friend could see past the false white mask she adorned to hide the inner turmoil?  Then again...how could she hide such...when it was oh so evident?  [color=ed145b]~"Marcella..."~[/color]  And all too soon, as she saw the concern welling in the Italian's eyes, Daniella knew...she couldn't hide it any more. The mask...had cracked.  In that instant, it all came crashing down upon her...once again.  She fell to her knees, her beautiful crimson dress crumpling all around her, burying her face in her hands and sobbing without pause.  [color=ed145b]~"Marcella...I....I loved him!"~[/color]  She said it...  With that very ill, heartfelt whimper upon her quivering lips...she said it, what she had wanted to say to Max all along...and even more.  But, the sands of time had run out, the gears of fate shifting in opposite directions, taking Maxwell away to live the life of a metalheart and her...to continue wallowing in the vehement excesses of the rich and the famous.

Try as she may to even reach out to him, it would be for naught.  The rich weren't meant to mingle with the poor and vice versa.  Her parents, the community, even the city watch would do all they could to prevent Daniella from seeing Maxwell just one last time...or even speaking to him.  It was over, and she knew it, so why even lie to herself anymore....