She walked slowly toward the long refreshment tables lining the wall. She reached her hand out and picked up a crystal glass of sweet red wine. She took a slow, quiet sip, letting the sweet liquid warm her throat.
She leaned her back gently against a large, white stone pillar. She watched the dancing partners spin gracefully on the floor.
"Finally," Camilla thought to herself, her internal voice sighing with relief. "A moment of quiet. That dress change took forever, but at least the dress grandfather gave me is actually comfortable. It is so light, I feel like I am wearing nothing at all."
She took another small sip of her wine.
Across the large room, near the opposite wall, Damon and Allen were standing close together. They were completely ignoring the rest of the party. Their eyes were locked entirely onto the small, beautiful figure standing by the pillar.
