[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#DDA0DD]Antoinette McCarthy[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=#DDA0DD][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Palace: New York City, New York.
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She pouted a little when Carolina said they would dance soon, not now. She would just have to wait for her friends to come and join her. Perhaps she would have a bite to eat as well. Antoinette turned attention back to the ballroom and gazed around at everything that shone and sparkled. She remained glued in the middle of October and Carolina, not knowing what her friends had just been speaking about or why there was a faint redness to Carolina’s cheeks still. 
There were many people here tonight. Many familiar faces even though Antoinette mostly just saw them on the T.V. She followed the rooms switch of attention as the King and Queen finally walked in. They were quite the regal pair and they always commanded a room. She took in their every graceful step and sighed, wishing her parents were here to see this as well but after going to school and opening the art studio with Carolina, she had moved out of her parents. Although she did still see them frequently. 
[color=#DDA0DD]”Do you think they know everyone here?”[/color] Everyone knew who they were and Antoinette found that strange suddenly. Everyone in the world knew who they were but they probably didn’t know everyone else. How lonely to be known but not truly known.