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November 20, 2009
Stepping into the opulent hall, the plush velvet curtains adorning the french windows fluttered in the sudden breeze. She peeled off the heavy fur coat, her fingers sinking into its sumptuous folds. Edging round the tipsy aristocrats she approaches the mysterious figure of Gerald Hollenbrow, offhandedly making conversation with the comely presence of Felicity Featherstone. 'Felicity Featherstone', even her name was unbearably dulcet. She didn't have the poise and eloquence of the other girls, but she remembered with such clarity thier dalliance last summer. Fugacious feelings off love still seemed to catch her unawares when she looked at him...