She was the lady in
red.
Out of all the hazy memories
he had, it was that he was most certain. She was the lady in red.
He
remembered dancing her, gliding and twirling around effortlessly on the dance
floor. He remembered thinking about how grand of a pair they must’ve looked
throughout the party with him looking dapper in his suit and her looking
captivating in red. He remembered that her lips had matched her gown and that
she had the most brilliant of smiles.
But he got drunk.
And now that was all
he could remember of her.
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